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walking alone
[Brisk Bold Brash – oh my]
roasting in a long sleeve flannel
[Eggshell Knuckle – oh my]
my fist clenched on a single pebble.

on the horizon, an emerald shimmer?


no? no. no no. no no?
[no] no no no!
no no? no no. no! no

my best friend the tin man,
my worst enemy his missing heart.