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Covered in sheets,

the rust golden Valkyries coming out as nomads

riving without lips

divorcing the ravaged branch

wayward,

to tango on your shrouds

glow worms

frost dust tread

memories have achieved their affairs

vibrancy saved like a childhood

that can’t go on but cherishes sadness

the best unsaid, mad

and deprived.

We had a change of wind so strong

to open on the breast,

wrinkled twins on a coat

of their former shade, jealous.

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