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Odd Odyssey Poet Dec 2021
the wettest grass-
are the tears we shed.

So when our eyes are: dry and
so empty,

we know all our grass is dead!

on the greener side...Do you know
how to even get there?

Searching a heart' veld, what
shall you find?

(all has been destroyed
by a tragedy' fire)

— The End —