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Aug 2016
what more is there to say
stare at red carpet flashbacks
acid appearance of algae bloom
blocking out the sun

beautiful death sentence writ
frozen like the petrified forest
where we used to hide

see thru clear to caustic rot
voices inside screaming ouroboros
you turn to ash
like so many cigarettes pursed
and i am glad it's the end
Duke Thompson
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Duke Thompson  Above the clouds
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