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Dec 2020
like the devil in our memory
on dust and solar winds of unfortune
on the waves of no tide
heavier than the lead in your bloodstream
slowly leaching all good from you as you grow old

spinning and weaving into selfishness
and crushing apathy with narrowing intent
from all to us to we to me
it spreads us all slowly getting colder

wrecking all creation from single cell to great
libraries
from empathy to eternal death alone in the cold
bury yourself
here comes death
and no one to blame
but yourself

no light
nothing matters

nature's cold last words
are muffled by her quiet chuckle
knowing there is only more isolation
we are all quite alone and drifting
Jericho's little brother
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Jericho's little brother  54/M/Earth
(54/M/Earth)   
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     Edmund black, Khoisan, izzn and coqueta
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