adieu, egress, hegira
by gone; a strong term
I am a long winters' dormant worm
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I pry the tip of the Earth with a blind eye
As I flex to the gap reaching something warm
something elated
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Cold grit lines my skin like the prior-bathe of a traveling bird
The bellows cast at me adoringly, gust's that sting lightly
Frail but assured as I graze the tepid ray
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dernier cri, objet d'art, vicissitude
up's and down's are now adue
I spring of change and what is new