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Heliotrope

  • Erin Hart
  • Oct 24, 2023
  • 1 min read

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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