the winter kissed her shoulders

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in pale solitude
the winter kissed her shoulders,
and brushed her forehead —

the echo has faded; there
are no reasons anymore

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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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