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Crawl, Summer.

hollowed out as a shell
she waits bravely for harvest
without the spirit for telling tales
glazed
hunched over
howling
from the peak
out upon the open wind
a song
echoing
steady and long since lost
that cuts like a scythe through tall barley
as the fog dresses the summits
enveloping
hiding her many truths
hard as acorn seeds
deep in the barren soil
ImperfectedStone
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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