Horizon's tree tops
wind-banged and opening doors
cream clouds travelling poles
brows riding the cream circled eyes
a tent at the edge
with a fudge strewn blanket
pencils brushed by the sun
a fanged cloth dodging shadows
managing a slit canvas
scarred by cold insides
ribs bleeding ice
and a strung web.
wind-banged and opening doors
cream clouds travelling poles
brows riding the cream circled eyes
a tent at the edge
with a fudge strewn blanket
pencils brushed by the sun
a fanged cloth dodging shadows
managing a slit canvas
scarred by cold insides
ribs bleeding ice
and a strung web.
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