Trickles from in frost.
Tundra full. Crashed man woman--
old, her ebb tide dreams.
Branch falling, grow side.
Outside, frozen sleeting tracks.
Door open, windows.
Empty snowman in--
Ant, new, nothing. Sun to corpse.
An stairs, muggy the--
As always, some of them make more sense than others. I particularly like the middle one.
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