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Jan 2019
The seasons pour out of my joints and run down every limb.
My leaves grow out of my eyes and mouth and ears,
The branches wrap around every inch of my soiled skin

And she breathes.
BlueBird
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BlueBird  33/Alberta.
(33/Alberta.)   
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