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Aug 2012
If we walked (chance zero)
Northbound and wandering, we
would find him
coiled and knotted, fair
trees, we, parched and swollen.

If I wailed (each moment)
tempest cast, give me, give me
reasoning, we trees, pine broken
and snared.

Cause is collision, backward ***, undone
I saw him once, steady smooth
and ear-hum, venture-static in snow:

If he gazed (everyday, evasive barrel, pull the trigger)
Every man has it in
for a basement show. Β Don't go. Don't go.
(memory is silence, Devil's Day is brewing, wishing is constant, undeniable nusance),

I swear,
the dead only quickly decay.
Alysha L Scott
Written by
Alysha L Scott  Yuma, AZ
(Yuma, AZ)   
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