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Frosted glade
ice sparkling suspended
In the air;
the marshmallow fluff
Depressed branches;
Deceptive.
I bear the weight of snow.
that’s a poetic thought. I bear
and bear, and bear.
To myself I bare my burdens,
flashing them briefly to God.
I hold in my hand the tokens of
my many weights. I turn them slowly,
gazing with the gaze of ownership.
A wiccar basket
In the corner below
A home.
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