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Wounded Sigh
Under flaming intimate heartbeat
Rhythm of the descent moon's sight
Velvet twilight grayness vision of night.
Still-life far away from the nearest street
Under the limbs of a tall hollow reject abstract
Flickering shadows dance lack
Weary Wounded Sigh,
Hard soil suppressed deeper.
Tiredness of digging undulation,
Hunted near extinction for an acceptation
Of the dying soul beacon scripture.
3/28/2024
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Eve Roper
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