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Poem written for and submitted to "Bite Size Contest #125, Line Gauthier, sponsor, October 4, 2025
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ roots drink midnight's spilled ink— oak becomes a scribe. maple bleeds October into the river's cupped hands. bare birch bones etch winter's breath on the sky's parchment.
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