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I have been still
I have been flat
I know no tomorrow’s.

I think of nothing
I dare not dream
I devour sorrows.

The poison is non liquid
Has never seen love
It lives within my soul
It is urine, it is wasted it is death.

Surrounding my bare winter trees….the bite, the storm, the emancipated.
I dream of perennials.

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