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thick recalls jutting,

muddy and frostbitten, 

harkening salad days:

proper melting memorial.

stuck on deadwinds, 

windfalls.

inlaid are lean months.

brittle notions

spellbounding,

and burning out a

smoke-sized cradle,

imitating my mass.

o what refuge!

   •

sputtering into 

clutch mode,

urgency became my

ditty.

a skull full of 

houseguests

afraid of the hymn 

of you.

pikes

and crowns of battle

on the house.

vastly minding their 

ranking,

the fan and the bellows pitch feedback

until higher

and more direct

passages of endearment

colonize.

o what refuge!

Zombie Innit?

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