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Tuesday, October 27, 2020


The well ran dry, sand

Conceals the oasis, lost

Erased in the winds


My broken body

Bruised by falling stones, bloodied

Burnt beneath the sun


Comb the barren hills

Hard rock rise into mountains

Cold and forbidding


Spirits come to dance

Howl beneath the lonely stars

Freezing in the night


Diana condescends

Her pale disc lights the valley

Sleeping in shadows


The muse stole my voice

Stripped it clean from my parched throat

Left me in the dust

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