Petals

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Like a cold febrile night breathing through the open pores.
The sound of the hooves, the dead eyes of the horses,
and the fog of whispers, and the blood on the rivers.
A golden marionette skin the wet surface as a rain of petals falls through the woods,
the shape of the monster is familiar to the multitude.
They choose to pass through the shattered path.

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from Wildlife, released October 25, 2018

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