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Withered satin flesh

Existing -Within tormented branches- Rose scented thorns Uprooted Sand --- Stinging But still existing. Grasping -Through fog thickened air- Barbed Wire mask Distorting the sounds And keeping the silence. But still existing. And naked lines appear On withered satin flesh.

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Date: 9/18/2019 2:24:00 AM
so very sad... Excellent imagery. Artfully written. Ann
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