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spirit lost, i am left ghosting winterbones dragging from walls to; there, on blackwing aloft painted february skeletons black on grey on white sun light blind the fells dragging one foot heavy & stone cold the snow white fox ermine mirrors the wind holes filled as they emerge black crow in the drone a drum beat bearing down collapse like fire rest resist reclaim shadow
I love the format and rhythm here.
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Thanks again.
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