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Dec 2016
Calling your name through the leaves,
The dirt swallows us whole.
Calling your name through the leaves
As the sky smothers us.
A soul no longer breathes.

I don’t know where I’m going.
Lost in a map where words are flowing.
To what end I don’t know.
I’m tired.

I’ve argued, quarrelled, and fought
every last drop of energy.
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