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Frostbite.

"Soño tonos ocre como cerco.
Son otoños."

I dream ocher tones like a fence.
They are autumns.

--@MerlinaAcevedo

Fluid Wind.

"winter talion"

Kevardhu shines in this concrete burg
where a smartphone-clutched axwaddler
scrolls through scenes of mayhem bright
in the huffle-buffs of distance

i stand with starry gomble
only to comprehend
as Kevardhu into mothsinge dwindles
& the concrete grows great cracks

The skull of Mary Magdalene.