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Ghost Writer. But first, Snow Flurries. by Hibah Shabkhez

BORN furiously svelte, snow-flurries maim / Themselves as they storm the cold skin, to be / Merged, meshed into an itchy trickle: // Their hearts burn with the earth’s nurturing zest / That touches with stone-cool, tender gloves / All life, that holds slime-things dear as flowers. // Come watch her lungs melt in a man-set flame, / Her dwindling fingers drown in their own sea; / The snow-flurries, born fierily fickle...
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