A Cargo of Green Hearts
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the moon is full of fingernails
that scrape the earth to the bone a frozen branch is of the dead an unsounded zero I was woken by the rattling teeth of icicles and drew the quilt around my nose the bus stop down the road was deposited there from another planet I miss my home the previous line is thematically consistent the street lamps are trying my breath escapes me visually: a reminder hold me closer love the trees make me a ware of nudity sssssh. Comments are closed.
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