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Apr 2019
Maybe it’s time for a reckoning in the desert
something that strips me to my core
I want to call out and wander
I want to lose my voice before I’m found again
I keep thinking about how a person can ruin a place
will I look at desolation the same
when it’s been weeks instead of days –
when I have no more words to call you back to me
I used to fill hypothetical towns with only myself
but now I realize I bump shoulders with ghosts
I should start to keep more secrets,
I should keep on biting my tongue
it’s so easy to want to make something
to grow a plant in salty soil
how will we live without water
and how will I live knowing what I know
that futility is the backbone of existence
that I’m somewhere halfway through a closed loop
dizzy with that thought of independence.
01.23.19.
Lilli Sutton
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Lilli Sutton  22/F/Shepherdstown, WV
(22/F/Shepherdstown, WV)   
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