Bare Bones
Yesterday’s calm slipped
into a blind feral wind,
naked and ruthless,
a murdered bruising day for
wasps drunk on whiffs of apple
with bare bones that gores the sky.
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Bare Bones
Yesterday’s calm slipped
into a blind feral wind,
naked and ruthless,
a murdered bruising day for
wasps drunk on whiffs of apple
with bare bones that gores the sky.
for Poetic Bloomings: Form bussokusekika 5.7.5.7.7.7
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