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Apr 4, 2014

post apocalytic

every whisper
taps at my soul
entices me to stay wide.

the road contracts
expands
freezes in the winter night
thaws during summer rain
tears from heaven mixes with the flats.

talk of a new day vanishes.
Posted by santana copeland at Friday, April 04, 2014
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