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Feb 2016
a carapace lingers, crawls along
with the aid of the breeze
a deflated husk

small dead object remaining
in the graveyard planet desert sea
drifting off the flat-earth mesa

this is no elysium
but it is no tartarus
this is cleaned slate
Written by
machina miller
420
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