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--- L E O N A R D   G O N T A R E K

The snow that appears violet, later,

in a photo, now lights up

all of the night.

Dark is not an enigma. We are

the enigma.

We carry the moon from the well

to the door of the house.

Evil is made to sit in the corner,

becomes silent.

A child. Milk. It spills across

the floor, moonlight.

The cat licks up the truth, fast

as it can. The cat loves the child.

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