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Apr 2013
island storms

bitter hard sun
sand dust
and
deserted deserts...

...cracked lips
dry mouth

hoping home hopeful


and suddenly

the crow stops
the ground shocks

and the earth is split in two

all hoping hopeful home
is gone


....flutter

...stutter

..doom
.......jusqu'à ce que je te trouve
nouveau .....
The Forest
Written by
The Forest  21/F/Sydney, AU
(21/F/Sydney, AU)   
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