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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.
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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