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thanks for the feedback guys, here's another i wrote today
incision
winter slices autumn's throat
fills the wound with ice
but it's warm here as i stand
above the embers of her christ
the ice that spreads from autumn
encases her within a tomb
that caves in on her body
soothing all her burning wounds
she staggers forward as i watch
a tear freeze in her eye
then spread forth like a cancer
infect her skin and die
she melts into the soul
tainting crops beneath the field
and as winter now converges
i use her black skin as a sheild
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Your arms are broken!
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