squeeze and flow between barren branches
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dawn the smell of the dew damp forest floor
winter playground and the memories of war
break the placid surface with bubbles
bad move self diagnosing this madness
grabbing soap bar before winter spider lands
a bullet of fire suspended in green water
a raft of twigs and leaves for the small gods
pale winds we carefully rearrange bones
this thirst for something wild maybe gin