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*I stand amongst the scorching desert storm eyes rising above the mist of rock and sand I lookout seeing a mire of improbable outcomes lives lead that need things answered to be achieved. the sand lashes against my skin ripping at bits of sunken flesh. Old scars, pulled apart by new onslaughts. I see through the turmoil a haven that could be mine it glimpses; and I stumble weak eyes only seeing the howling wind and gasping dirt. So I crawl hand and knees and foot over elbow ceaselessly grappling for the haven of success*
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
Alone in life's fight
*I stand amongst the scorching desert storm eyes rising above the mist of rock and sand I lookout seeing a mire of improbable outcomes lives lead that need things answered to be achieved. the sand lashes against my skin ripping at bits of sunken flesh. Old scars, pulled apart by new onslaughts. I see through the turmoil a haven that could be mine it glimpses; and I stumble weak eyes only seeing the howling wind and gasping dirt. So I crawl hand and knees and foot over elbow ceaselessly grappling for the haven of success*
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Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
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