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limp

gentle pops of ice
as surging streams
release its imprisoned brethren
decaying leaves grasping onto blackened fingers
as weathered wind encircles
sputum gurgles past
as stream seems to gasp
chiselled bedrock teeth
laugh as speckled waters
erode and carry
child particles
far away

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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