the forced
by ilumination
prohibited
with
covered-in mantles by silence
with the wind ,ransacking
of my ribs are
on there
flickers winter
When my voice goes throug
- deck over the thought-
and yet-
unyielding
yet
in damp beddings
I will always stand
for the unlocking
the hands and the legs
=== by blue drops
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