Aries

Your twin-point bone, tusks from the skull showed how steady you have grown; bound by the length of the swirl in the horn you own.

Adorned and all, caught in a tightly-woven rose bush. You thrash on as buds fall.

Suspicious of the lion which eats the entrails of leaves, you spy on me through the meadow of gritted teeth.

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