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Jun 2018
Wilting:

October roared in
With a cold embrace
It burned inside of me
The leaves decayed
Earth sank to grief
I could feel the sound of death
Humming in my bones
.

Rooting and blooming:

March sashayed in
with a gentle breeze
These flowers
of my becoming
Blooming, blousy
Unrestrained
Bending in time
Towards the sun
.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)   
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