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we
are walking miles
without water
waiting at bus stops
left in the dust
panting in the heat
like a dog
and the air is thick with smoke
and exhaustion
on this old earth
the soil
is red with memory
but holds no water
dropping like flies
in the summer
we're waiting
for our last days
and the flat plains
of the desert
do not allow
for an echo
or the resonating cry
of mothers made
to bury their children
in the orange sand.
are walking miles
without water
waiting at bus stops
left in the dust
panting in the heat
like a dog
and the air is thick with smoke
and exhaustion
on this old earth
the soil
is red with memory
but holds no water
dropping like flies
in the summer
we're waiting
for our last days
and the flat plains
of the desert
do not allow
for an echo
or the resonating cry
of mothers made
to bury their children
in the orange sand.
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um... i might expand on this, eventually.
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I think you should.
Where did the idea for this one come from?
Where did the idea for this one come from?