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the archive(s):
issue no. 2:
Dec. 5/ '03 / Melissa Reiter
the darkness is like frosting on a cupcake
and sprinkles dance like starlight through the shutters
the man who works construction has a heartache
the engine of your pinto coughs and sputters
You say you canıt make someone fall in love
You say that wasn't what you'd meant at all
To keep the cold out you wear gardening gloves
I hear your heavy footsteps in the hall
My teardrops land in teacups, splash and spill
The cold in this apartment leaks through cracks
A caulking gun in hand, I sit and fill
The spaces as the air plans its attacks
I tell you Leonard Cohen says it's true
That where the cracks are, thatıs how light comes through
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