Dogs of Spoor-Grey Turning Black
false confessions
toppling earth
stretching lines
of false freedom
about to be broken
expressions sliding onto
waiting red
unhurriedly
dogs meditating
on the long winding
roads
illusions of space
confessions
of the sins of
omission
our grey hairs
are turning
black again-
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