What remains

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Winter happened
and stripped me
of my noble gauze.
I laid the laws bare
against the pavement
to save what…
Lust in the breeze,
haggard trees
steadying themselves,
and I was there
with a whiplash,
cradling the remains
of a dream.

-r. miller

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