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January 2 @ Natural Bridges, CA: Spring sprung crawling, unturned in its shell this year.

April Bloom never arrived, so I look within.
Let me leave the Waters of March,
Its dripping, babbling, bubbling.

to be freed by roaring winds
to forget who I am

I swear the Santa Cruz woods have swallowed time whole
digesting,
This Boa Constrictor of a town.