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Nov 2011
this water is a sleeting ice falling hard,
needle pricking upon my earth.
the sting and bite hits the frozen soil, drills it.

did you think warm spring showers were all there would be?

winter offers her own song.
Bruised Orange
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Bruised Orange  United States
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