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herald step
stick crack-snap grey
with white blotches and
green moss toothed tagged
into soft forest leaves
the sky is green
my hands are stitched
with shadow webs
i am buried under your
shame i wish i had not asked
for to be myself
bark shatters from soggy logs
fallen fixture of my mind
i'm a mixture of your design
take me not from this haven
i know nothing of the world
barely out of thought
i almost escape
