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Can’t we hole-up for the weekend,
follow the icy wind, perpetual dusk and angry sky,
let it isolate us from the outside,
encase us in the heat of our pleasure for the other,
teasing minds, skillful words, music drawing flesh,
in a world without time, delight is never-ending,
we will rise with Monday’s dawn.