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Dec 2022
Dirt and debris, my eyes stung
No sense of direction, but safe and sound
Bare soil and bare trees surround me, but I am at home

Sound of the wind whistle spoke to me
The only thing I heard with my one ear
I lied my hands down onto earth

And I went home as I fell into slumber
Rotten Meat
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