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The winking eye of a red storm. 

Mother, kneading & needling, devouring
the mirrored hearts of her daughters.

Exit, exhale, exonerate.

The smell of pine trees and clementine peels.

Bones without flesh.
Words without music.
Thorns without roses.

A boulder shaped like your father’s face,
softened by sleep.

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