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Apr 2012
wisps of water swirl,
clouding and freezing:
they flow between the links,
coating the steel with a crystalline
coat.
lips chap: cracked and dry.
i lick them,
coating them with moisture,
filling in the cracks
and splits;
only to be stolen
by the wind:
thrown to
the fence.
Written by
Patrick Black
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