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Rust
Lost in the summer haze
still filtering out those greys,
still absent in waste,
vacant in change
rearranging my stain
an inherent pain
displaced
the colour
drips,
drips,
drips.
My bones leak into my soul,
the mud absorbs everything
but the flow
and the black fog
still follows me home.
The desert can be bleak
especially when the colour
constantly leaks
and the sa...
Monday 19th June 2017 3:00 pm
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