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Feb 2012
Frost bites the early morning air
With slight sentiments of late October chill

The stars twilight in their abysmal obsidian oblivion
Exploding supernovas in a heavy silent achromatic chasm

Gnarled swaying branches of the ancient corkscrew willow
Lashes about with a fevered frenzy of demonic intent

Howling coyote wind whips wildly
Lacerating frigid frost-bitten animal skin
Numbing and chilling both bone and marrow

The sun has yet to rise
Keeping its warmth concealed
For a few hours further
Brandon
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Brandon  On the edge of your taste
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