Winterskin

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Black dresses encompass forestfloor
Faces as inviting as closeddoor
Leaden lips, covered thickly in paint
Pink surfacing; slowly and faint

Skyline reaching for frozenlake
To darken reflection of solemnwake
Temperature appears late and still
Hollow wind reads nature’s last will





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