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exploration of entirety (Free verse) by skaskowski tree shadows paint portraits,
dancing dillemas on silhouetted surfaces.
finite whisps and winters
flake like cinder from december.
animated vines and veins
pulse purple in a perfect pitch.
seismic shifts, sandy sickness.
summer stapled, serpent disabled.
a frigid foray
into the dim dismal downpour.
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