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Apr 2018
She pants
exhausted
thirsty
her crown of hair blighted
denuded
robbed
she chokes from the smog
poisoned
polluted
her ***** invaded
pillaged
*****
she's near death
gasping
emaciated
but a tiny pulse beats
a murmur
scarcely heard
She needs to rest
rejuvenate
recreate
or we perish
Joseph M Garcia
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Joseph M Garcia
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