Rubbed Smooth 

Ironbark and flint
Firestorm in the bosom
Warm home for the snake

White birch paper thin
Flesh deemed not for the taking
Bone shard in the throat

Antler rubbed smooth bark
Bruised hands numbed by cold water

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