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Hypothesis ww24 February 2013

Winter brings its slow white ash,
eyes scraping the ice of unsaid tears.
So begins the anger, my old friend
the iron loop, love's cauteriser.
Petals of snow flutter, destitute,
bleak in their suspension of life.
The solitary experiment continues.

 

 

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