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white white teeth gold

beard blue hands cold hibernating bears shrugging ice sheets across my shoulders staggering down switchbacks and trails in the wild places of my shrinking heart huffing blustery gold mountains and himalayan glacial finger prints meant to rip apart skies fields this year’s wheat crop yield silver veined river beds lost wilderness and savants of broke down bramble patches easy prey for the moon and the wolves and whatever else stains my white white teeth gold. 

Posted 06/04/16
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