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bridges burned in front of us
bridges burned in front of us
sad seahorse thoughts
the murder of roses: the
inexcusable
crime
running like rabbits in a
field of foxes
wake up in fear and
break the legs
of dawn
pour a second steaming cup
of agony
look at the space between the
stars
a reminder that there is more
blackness than
light
would that we sit by the
campfire
eyes, ears minds and
throats full of insects
sounds
praying for a biblical
rain to wash away
the boredom of our
consequences
only to discover the
dessert winds have
swallowed the last
oasis
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