slipping into winter line waiting for a sign
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garden of the old gods cold flowers sleep
rush hour train we rage against the gloom
winter crow shadow sneaks up from behind
old man fits into the silence puzzle solved
winter winds carry the smell of char
desert’s death cavity orphaned bodies bare
we struggle to make peace with the cold
noon ghosts the sounds of caged birds
winter the woken flesh tender to touch
