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Jan 2019
the cold tastes bitter on the wind
blue cigarette smoke hangs in the air
as vague shapes,
impressions of souls
this place is ruined,
worn down and
tilted and
sad

once,
there were people
i think so,
at least

torn apart by
the gravity wells
of the moon,
ferried by waves,
shouting over oceans

made silent,
by the silence
Joshua Sanders
Written by
Joshua Sanders  26/M/Florida
(26/M/Florida)   
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     Lily Barrett and Kristo Frost
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