Erin Moure

THE COLD

If she administers her own abject moral
enhancing the recorded indice of the foregone

green light of fearful "might" be leaves
Who ate "what"

my signature connives a doubling fear

signet wary

ser     her



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Mezclan   ical   ho   tir
flon   e   irreg   obot   kre   ot

her green-blue haze




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