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Mar 2013
Taste it, put it in your mouth
handfuls of dirt, of silt, of ruined earth
Looking to the wild eyes any savage
with the will to utterly ravage
Tongueless non-sensory shedding
witless dilutes that dismember the well
All but forgotten would be a spring pure in splendor
just another dream briefly render
Scott M Reamer
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