land near me
soon
seethe my ground
boiling dirt
make the traveling dust
in august, no
july
a full force aroma
with feet placed obviously
close
clearly graves will be wept
from the death
in your
wake
waves painting outward
colors from the
hems
of jeans
so stunningly attached to hips
electronic white paper
balled crumbled
sent
nobody likes you
6 years ago
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