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Apr 2017
a song of bones
or blood rushing through blackness

snow blankets the hills' rise and fall
stars shine unsteadily through empty trees

forming winter from memoryβ€”
this lonely state remains

knotted in bark and stone
as if made of hours

or the sound of the wind
Written by
David Reddig
146
   Ryan Holden
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