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Tuesday, September 14

dead_on_the_trail

last night an eternal dark
coat chased the fall red
son of deer down
that coyote sky bristles
with uncountable glint
tips erupting aurora
borealis yowls and milky lips
curl around one yellow
protrusion moonish fang
behind the ears threes song
warbles and dissapears
ridges and swamps to prance
where canters cant canvass

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