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Sep 12, 2016 03:53

an older ache
when green grew black
and silt rained down

singing in the sunlight stings
lit bright n tongue tied
snapping fingers, clicking pens

a newer quaking
the forest's first fire,
the ash cloud spread wide

feverish fingers fidgeting
stuck stiff from clenching
gripping, tearing, bleeding

at odd intervals
a black sky turns blue
the half-clouds misting
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