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Hope
Brittle banks of ice
Against my taunting toe,
Cracking and seething
To be so uproariously
trampled.
Against the yellow
Of the setting sun
Through a smog that
Lays thick across the
horizon
Jets of black trees
Shoot dark into the sky,
Mimicking the wind
In their jostled, whipped
frenzy.
The wind that churns
The bowing branches
Bites the lobes of
My ears, uncovered an...
Wednesday 18th January 2017 5:48 am
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