A lone farmhouse stands leaning into a pervasive wind , sands blasting divets accumulating in time, deer stay skittish, with blended brown covert listening, men with claws come at me, wrecking bar legs, gnarled tooth saws for jaws, and sledges for fists. skin me, tear from me, expose me and leave me here in tatters, […]

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