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Jul 2015
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4 AM

the sky
dappled and wet
like a dark horse rode hard

spread branches of trees
dead black like bone and veins
etched in relief on its withers

stars like sparks flying
from its hooves

the moon a bullet hole
in its flanks
rendered in

photograpic
reverse



soulsurvivor
(C) 7/6/2015
missing you
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