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©2023 michael raven

       leather
          creakcracking
tight bound hooves
   feather to my crane
meat for the wood
               no rattle
           no rattle
   hunting shadows
       inside
our pale skin painted
   dun

i ate the wind
  drank the sky
     bathed in mud
       skinned a sigh
   you
     do not
        know

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