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SWB
Poems
Apr 2012
This alien
Deep breaths, shallow steps
far from the nest,
thoughts squeezed dry in the press.
Tired with rash,
I've stained my sash,
curbed here like sun-baked trash.
Longing for stars,
head dizzy from bars
This alien's homesick for Mars.
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