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  1. In my imaginations backyard the yellowish lit snow flakes melt into a ghetto scenery around an old porch light discoloured as it flashes its toothless smile
    Birds that once flew to me began acting new to me
    It must be the winter freeze blowing through stiff and rude to be so chill yet so still nearly ancored like black hard beams of tempered steel pressed deep into the earth surface…face down palms pushing…head up eyes looking…my ice cold thoughts are ice hot plots that melt into my imagination leaving sticky do drops that mitty with poetic what knots locked up in my backyard…

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