cotton steals...
large breaths of night...
blind...moons unveil..
clouds bottom..
turned up...too...
clutch and grasp...
trunks move aside..
thick fog..
tangled around...
white broad sails...
strong currants eddy...
while blankets of cotton...
burn up inside...
along side it stays..
while behind..
the ranch..
thick smoke boils out.....
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