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Defeat
Stagnant is the wind
no breathe within me
no one to see
walking in a desert
where the dirt and cactus thorns
burn into my feet
and no soul would find food to eat
For this is the desert of defeat
There, no person would find sanctuary or peace
Only devouring themselves would
tease their hunger
Defeat, now the dirt that you eat
no breathe within me
no one to see
walking in a desert
where the dirt and cactus thorns
burn into my feet
and no soul would find food to eat
For this is the desert of defeat
There, no person would find sanctuary or peace
Only devouring themselves would
tease their hunger
Defeat, now the dirt that you eat
Published 28th Feb 2014
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