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[lethe86]

i guess i'll post some poetry now.

somewhere, a dirt smudged hand graps an apple,
while a man behind closed eye lids smiles
for a hungry mouth temporarily fed
a canvas tarp sways, tied
kicking sand
in front of a crumbling foundation.
shift to rain soaked concrete,
decaying leaves, moist and strewn.
an aisle of naked branches, wait.
before the turn signal

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[rejectdollie]

I like the second one the most ♥