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Oct 2019
one
drop of silver tumbling in the grass
twirling threads and swallowed colors
mixed results in these haunted lands
a fierce light coming from beneath

fumbling forth with feet aflame
a shallow soul, scrambling, scattered
desperation claims the best of them
best not to mention the weak
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