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the taste of numb lightning
unbearable
stone,

immense
sand

&
cold
water
I.
in the muscles
of the wood

II.
tremendous force &
light exasperation with
the sun talking

III.
monolithic songs
will remain the air

IV.
a concrete
Bunting
To the small frost;
though the rain
reminds me of you.
To the rasping sky;
I am a sore river.
A blatant touch;
the dainty landscape
is cold in stature.
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