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it's the winter of 2013
and i wanted to post chapter 6 of the satellite king to begin 2013 with
a frozen glove on the street
was the evidence
of the first winternight
in wich a weakend by alchol landanimal
wearing the other glove
didn't survive
not like it's bacterial origin
that survived worse
traveling through space
on meteorites
ice crystals write
themself
on windows
in the unwritten ways
of nature
that shape water molecules
in automated order
in mathematical dimensions
what didn't write itself
was the modernday
coming out
like a surprize
from a bubblegum slot
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