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iconoclast
every
time
you
breathe
the
dragon
wings
stretch
gossamer
your
inhale
sweat
simpers
along
tattooed
skin
shocked
whispers
warm
the
air
we
hear
cinnamon
once
made
you
wonder
can
we
live
reaching
toward
the
trees
mother
painted
your
room
lilac
praying
the
stone
gods
might
hold
you
still
stream
soaked
fields
beseeched
you
home
your
picnic
remains
uneaten
fight
you
always
told
me
skyward
the
road
will
give
you
all
you
need
chuckling
we
wander
stars
away
while
you
make
our
stark
arrangements
be
careful
slight
roses
call
you
skillfully
you
wrestle
those
clouds
we
escape
among
the
tundra
these
galley
winds
rest
wildly
through
me
scarred
arms
point
the
direction
you
ran
pitiful
dogs
drawn
upon
thunder
scattered
sings
that
stylus
again
too
stung
streaked
fingers
wring
the
mists
your
journey
etched
within
these
eyes
mistakes
their
sheen
bright
beyond
us
divination
leads
me
ahead