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Hibernate

I heaved my heavy self
into a barrel of light, tumbled
from beneath that threatened oak  
down frequented hills
to freedom.  
I didn't look back,  
as if couldn't turn back, knowing  
your eyes
'd drain
the Summer-cider-giddy  
from me,  
where I'd feast again
in a burrow,  
waiting for snow
and you  
' d occasionally  bring
promise of Spring,
sing
sorrows,  
evoke forgotten fever
in bones,  
long chilled,
and it 'd be  
as it had been
years 'fore.
ImperfectedStone
Written by ImperfectedStone (The Gardener)
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