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walking through it all

 
 
 
dead fish dream of
water
 
water swims in the
throat of thirst
 
thirst and desert walk
hand and hand in the
boiling sun
 
the sun waits in the
trees of the sky like
a hungry buzzard  
 
the buzzard looking  
for something to
die
 
walking through it
all
 
bones of the old
 
bones of the new
 
bones the colour  
of moonlight  
 
the bones of me
 
the bones of you
 
walking through it
all
 
Written by buddhakitty
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