JanuaryThe fox drags its wounded bellyOver the snow, the crimson seedsOf blood burst with a mild explosion,Soft as excrement, bold as roses. Over the snow that feels no pity,Whose white hands can give no healing,The fox …
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JanuaryThe fox drags its wounded bellyOver the snow, the crimson seedsOf blood burst with a mild explosion,Soft as excrement, bold as roses. Over the snow that feels no pity,Whose white hands can give no healing,The fox …