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Oct 2017
trees hang down
over the cavern beneath my bed
and i know winter is near.

i breathe in the dust
that i am too tired to
brush from my weathered hands.

oh, yes, winter is near.
i just wish i knew
what that meant.
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alex  22/Non-binary
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