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Mar 2014
the branches are sullen with snow
sloped spines dropping hands to toes
nothing, black silver sky
cherry haze fitting between limbs
ice covers ground
signs warn of tomorrow
but the green home engulfs the white stone
and turns it into dust
nthprime
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nthprime  Bryant, AR
(Bryant, AR)   
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   Olivia Mercado
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