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winter is here

and i been trying to fight it offa my spine tree wks inna row
but it is here
and i am lonely for the friends i have found
they, once standing so sure
are bare
limbs contorting as if its sheer movements
could order the equator to arrive
mercy
i think im a flower
stretched 'pon a skeleton
cause i cry
when the sun walks away from the earth
for a little while

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