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Feb 2016
Sunsets dripping blood of
ancestors who are long forgotten
we sit, we wonder
why it's all happening

mines coerced into devilish
fiends; to feed the bones
with mineral derision of protection
and flourishing

Birds chirping, in the middle
of winter
they've lost their flock
and i find it funny, none
come back
looking
Jay G
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