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    Kneel down On the ground Lift the earth Sift it Through your hands They're desert sands Insecure ashes Shimmering under rays   Stand up Stand tall
How can you not be here When your bites marks still Embedded lay, solid in my arm? I fear that you like them will fade And will not scar in substance.
This Autumn I placed a leaf near my work Area on top my desk. It was red, And I thought it would be a nice small quirk, To have something I found in a leaf bed.
Tossed out of the ocean I’m gasping God take me back This agony is everlasting g Deaths cold fingertips Tantalize and twist
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