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Asomatous 23 Mar 2017 Tag: Honoring the Tveitans

A Brumal Cold

Your word written of winter... I know, for when revealed beneath its blanket movement dies. Solstice flaps along behind subdued in a drone of shuffles, muted whirrs subconsciously engraved, systematically filed away. Your meaning shrouds that snow alone will comprehend, but there's...

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