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Apr 2017
Cold devil shivering
late at night
across the tundra.

distinctive buried cry
beneath black ice
far away but growing-

a deep repentance
glowing
at first break
of moon rise.

remembering what it was like
not to be haunted,

around the rainbow edge of cloud
kissing moonlight-

peaks his first tear drop in two millennia.



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Styles 12
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