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right after

he’s back he’s gone

winter fly

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maybe it was

one of the poison

kind

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the sunbeam finds

the orange leaves

in the mist

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the blue mist

of dusk yields

cows

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now the only

place to go

is back

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we confirm

the moth hasn’t

moved in days

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winter fly

we’ll call him

Lincoln

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he’s back

on the spice lids

winter fly

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wood dust fire

flashes and blows

away

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a planet or

two makes it

through the mist

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