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Shelter (Free verse) by poetandknowit

Twisted trees dance windy rhythms, dead lake below begs for run off, hills to the west capture a storm front. If i stay here longer i will become part mountain, my skin blended from the hunter, movement silenced by the desperate howl of pines battling to know air. Soon snow will again fall.

Caducus 2-Apr-03/7:26 AM
I have contacted Dr A SShole who assures me he can give me 38 stitches on the crack of my srse to prevent this from happening.




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