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Edgar Poe
Peter Gizzi
Winter's the thing.
A place to lay one's head.
To sleep at last
to sleep. Blue on flesh
in snow light,
This is a poem about breath,
brick, a piece of ink
in the distance.
Winter's the thing
I miss. The font is still.
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