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Heliotrope

Erin Hart

Sunlight collapses

upon the floorboards

of ash and echo

held together

by footprints

from

the morning after


a harvest moon

spiraling

through half-lidded

eyes


basked in the white noise

of a shriek


the bristle

of fallen snow.


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