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Cold splinters bone

ice shards crystal sharp:


I dream of wolves

a silent moon


hoar frost & sky

cones red glow;



frozen sunrise.


Lest we forget

how winter births


muscles taut

skin that flakes;


the chime of wind

curled on


chimney breast



our nightly music.

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