already dead
bird-shadow darkens
the worm
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Hunter
Years
faded doll,
old memories
shelved
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Stress
displaced
by myriad fault lines
we fracture
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Drifting
midnight wind,
howling through the caverns
of my mind
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Seeker
beyond the gate
where sea meets sky
—tomorrow
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Hope
after the storm
while staring at puddles—
a rainbow
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1.1
fractured sunlight
creeping through my shutters
new year outside
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Reverie
louder and louder
the smell of Nanna’s kitchen
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Seasons
so crisp
the autumn sun,
then winter
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Amaranthine
at the hot springs
below the line of thought
I find you, old friend
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days of stone 