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An aliens lament

Water producing from reddened eyes

Blood seeping from crevices that produce waste

Eyes bulge ...Fingertips painted....Colored faces

Moving inside walled fortresses of singular or multiple dwellers

Chopping the green earth one a week

Chopping up each other

Moving in metal baskets with wheels

Where do we go?

Legs not used for intentions.....nonstop creating inventions

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fly-on-my-wall-aka-lisa
Welsh
Published
Apr 21, 2012
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