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Poem: March twenty-fourth


solid sky
inverted memory
leaking across my panes

see how each
cold silver drop clings hard
on everything caressed

congealing
impenetrable shell
around all living hope

weighing down
what was once so alive
with the weight of oceans

hear it snap
when it bends much to far
shattering in pieces

gentle spring
carries sharp reminders
of cold mother winter.

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