Snow shafts like ‘shroom stems
Shift slow so sleet stings
Slipshod shaped shadows
Slice straight through sun strings
Slung south since smooth skin
Sail silent sea springs
Side-saddle soldiers
Swing swords so steel stings
Sticks, stones stab sutures
Shown shut yet sap seeps
Sleep softly, soundly
Sweet song her soul sings
Sweet song her souls sings
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