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Feb 2012
Toppled soil swings in dismay of its greater sand.
It tries to stand but is stolen by the wind.
By the one winged bird who clasps onto its children.
Flees from its home to save tomorrow.
Shards of glass fall from the sky,
Reflecting what it seems to be,
Unable to dig deeper than the surface.
What you become is what you cease to be.
Courtney Joy
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