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Jackals cackle beating paws sound like drums against an earth cracked from famine. They pant dry clouds of dust are heaved the grained dirt grind between ravenous teeth. Infants crying dying. Mothers hearts are breaking hurting, aching. Their lips-like earth-are cracked thier yearning wanting water cool for the taking. Mothers foster bitterness A father's pride is broken laying, falling between those dry cracks falling falling down to magma burning. Vapors rise, the heat is burning earth and evermore the jackals are cackling.
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Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 10:50 AM UTC
Jackals cackle
Jackals cackle beating paws sound like drums against an earth cracked from famine. They pant dry clouds of dust are heaved the grained dirt grind between ravenous teeth. Infants crying dying. Mothers hearts are breaking hurting, aching. Their lips-like earth-are cracked thier yearning wanting water cool for the taking. Mothers foster bitterness A father's pride is broken laying, falling between those dry cracks falling falling down to magma burning. Vapors rise, the heat is burning earth and evermore the jackals are cackling.
kimberly-c-brown
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Jamaican
Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 10:50 AM UTC
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