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Dry Earth Intoxicated

dry earth intoxicated
spins up side down on its axis
black ants crawl faster snails
limb less dwelling doubts shadows
grow in the river night sleeps
into growing pains groaning bald
vultures fly above the falling rain we
are eloping to the artificial equator naked
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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