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Solace bound by autumn
I'm killing time
dissolved by bleeding impotance,
What isnt there is more important than what is;
the nape of the neck,
the backs of knees,
the lines of bone and crack laced feet.
Damp material draped unintentionally accross opal skin,
blue bodies against red.
Treading the leaves, the dead hours, sung into the wind.
