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Those white specs

swell in the arctic

Push through my beard

back inside the sinew

I'm a raptured void-oid

odd to the touch

An enigmatic male

pale and venerable fail

Saw a man die inside the forest

with plans for change

Carried away on the antlers

of beautiful winter grey

His passport was marked

expired with a pen

Just vapors in a dreamstate

time traveling men

Pixelated people

flow and face the time

All you hold is a pen

and gated rhyme

You'll need her arms

one day

in the motel 

that calls the crickets

Welcome to the 

winter age

Ten tablets to calm

two seconds in song