"Lost Language"

“Lost Language”

Birds swim in the air overhead as messages chirped in Morse code are overheard

While, the lights over the asphalt respond in guttural growls

And as the fierce lioness licks her padded paws cleaning the blood of your hopes and dreams

Spitting them out and away from herself

As if to say “sharpen your mind or die”

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