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About This Poem
Indigo Vibes
Plain-sinking skull
Bubbling on the field of old
Eroding in the naked-split sunder
Festering its mute and historic splendour
Sitting, laying in the ooze of mud
Unknown depth no rescuing hoof
Nearing completed clot of production
Can you feel that destruction?
Withering a stem broken sunflower
Unknown power
No description to mast a seed
No infliction to place a wreath
Everything forgotten left like crinkled
Wrappers smothered in shaded weeds
Entered hades beauty faded
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