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vestige

funny
the ground is always cinnamon

maybe the reason I look down
is so that I may scrape it with my eyes
into fine powder I choose to let escape
into the dizzy south wind

who will excavate this spicy trail?
the vapor of female hands twisting in the moist turquoise
my version of territory markings

ever stop to think,
perhaps I'd rather just not look up

only to see the pain in every face
void of the fragrant, soft earth

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Amber said…
OUTSTANDING - really, really beautiful.
11:05 AM
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