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Memory tosses furs
over knees like a route

thru muscle, stitching
land they logged

to the river. Iron
over ice sets my teeth

like frost scrapings.
I exhale regrets under

shuffling vapor sheets.
How it is, bringing thrill

back home to fire,
whispering my festering

phrases beneath
ticking & woollens.

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