Once colorful dreams now swing like dead paratroops from the naked trees.
Your sky lips and snow skin are sugar for the carrion perched high atop the naked trees.
A flower on the bed of brittle leaves.
A mass grave of tiny angels fallen from the heavens from the naked trees.
Rot beautiful creature all lifeless and serene.
A patch of scorched earth.
Naked beneath the naked trees.
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