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Oct 2016
I'm crashing through time
Needles and branches tear at my eyes
Washing away from your horizon
And there's no life left in this kingdom
The stones have grown over
Ivy like veins of the earth
Reaching for the sky
Bury me in the salt
So my bones will not seed
The new order of carnivores
Endless motion must be exhausting
No anxiety, no matter alive
The green consumes
Rust of the soil
I'll be the endless
But there's no oxygen to burn
There's no love left in the room
And time is cyclically eroding
The possibilities for escape
Can you hear the sirens
Songs, missles, and ash
Calling me to sleep
Spenser Bennett
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Spenser Bennett  26/M
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