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Mar 2016
to reach the soul
that is trapped beneath
the cold black earth
to claw, and kick and scream

love, love, love
cannot reach you
my eyes cannot see you.
i imagine you, who you were before
the great depression.
winter came and claimed so much.
a wildfire
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a wildfire
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