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Tale of the hare (For Northern_Soul)
I often think of you
the hare burrowed
comfortably inside
my left ribcage,
rising up, stoking
fires in ivory glades,
carving ripples
in blood instead
of water and
fresh lakes,
a beacon as
to why some
still carry
on here.
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