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Jupiter Falling
The bigger they are
the harder they fall;
clouds will curdle
and storms will grow mould.
In the treacle of night
the father of gods,
will be slowly pirouetting,
as if in turning in honey.
The bigger they are
the thicker they sweat;
clouds will dishevel
by storms' silhouette.
the harder they fall;
clouds will curdle
and storms will grow mould.
In the treacle of night
the father of gods,
will be slowly pirouetting,
as if in turning in honey.
The bigger they are
the thicker they sweat;
clouds will dishevel
by storms' silhouette.
Published 17th Jan 2014
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