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Jan 2020
Skull imprint a desert wasteland
expression upon a lizard's forked tongue
Sand grays and whites surround a scene
and fill me with its horrid texture
Making snow angels in a dust storm
while my spine comfortably breaks in two
These eyes that are simply dots in a vortex
keep their gaze fixedly upon the
Face like death that matches its expression
beyond the spotted and cracked glass.
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