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I
I don’t know where to go
There's snow everywhere
The sun moves
Like a slug
A black road melts
Bathing
In the mud 
Of 
Luster.
Somewhere
A shadow coughs,
smokes,
rising
From the lugubrious languor 
of noon. 
I'm ill,
But I don't know where to go.