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Sep 2019
All systems froze
on the final inhale,
and frost filled in the gaps,
seeping, noiseless,
through the cracks
of a body now coursing
with the frigid inertia
of another November
come and gone,
leaving behind little more
than a spire of
crumbling birch bark
and a trail of frozen sap.
Randomly generated words:
system, inhale, crack, course, sap
Written by
Molly  25/F
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