Longer winters have been endured, of this I'm sure,
but recently the wanting's worsened, of this I am quite certain,
We share an empty stomach but I guess the wanting fills it,
and when emptiness consumes you, there is no way to kill it.
A clear memory of a hazy thicket,
snow-stained image rich and permanent,
the bare bones of bushes and scant trees,
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