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In Wintering Pain

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You disappear in your
looking glass, when sun rises in the glass
of water. The mystic pain becomes moon.

A silken body inhaled
the salt from the red rock. You will
climb blood stairs of predators.

Alone I stand on the
crumbling leaves making pathetic sounds
of summer's melting green love.
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