I am the form In the skirts of cold, Toes nestled in the lake bed As my pale arms stretch on the murky water, etched by hell And expecting no less But today The ripples grow without wind, lapping at my jaw Cresting my ears Dancing in rivulets of joy to a cadence of throaty murmurs And I awaken, Stretch my withered muscles Feel the pop of every brittle joint The thump
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