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Fragment







Transmutation

The western wind howls.
Tendons pillared, quake
within my wrists. Hands poised
taunt your ears, breathe
  the scoured air of steppes
tunnel through the age
between blood
and snow.

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caffienekitty
Apr. 21st, 2013 10:22 am (UTC)
Very cool.
ciaranbochna
Apr. 21st, 2013 07:24 pm (UTC)
Thanks! It made vaguely more sense after I edited it (wrote first draft on three hours sleep Thursday:P).
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