Our trees will soon be bones
snow-bleached death
their camouflage ripens
place, time
in the trenches of autumn
stars rent the sky
the monotony of brilliance
of looking away
_
snow-bleached death
their camouflage ripens
place, time
in the trenches of autumn
stars rent the sky
the monotony of brilliance
of looking away
_
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