( death )

Across the drought stricken California Valley

( the new Dust Bowl has come )

::

( the dry winds )

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The image of the soul of man

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The empty soil

The empty heart

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We have lost our love !

we have lost the will

To unite and feed ourselves

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we write lame poem

Praising our doom !

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The vision of a graveyard

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We are untwined corpses !

( we call it what we want )