I think in the winter.
blue lips and parka umbra of fur, soft
tongue flesh quivers grizzly blizzard, bite
breast petals curved peelings, falling shaves
birth or
, wake up
I know, know
but never . This
Winter tells that piercing hot becomes cold
blooming snow winter rose, two
roll , carpetgrass
over buried
lost root
What's the catch?
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