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Mar 2012
The sun cowers behind the clouds,
As the birds scream with madness
The trees drip sticky-sweet with blood,
As the ice creams weep in sadness

The wind exhales its dying breath,
The soils crack desperate with thirst
Bodies laid out like corpses in battle,
As the blossoms writhe and burst
Kelsey Thorsen
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