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Flooded
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Dark Poetry Fall too short of feeling.
Your tears, far too sweet.
For I embrace the bitter trails that seep.
Waves of numbing crash..
Over me…
Cleanse me…
Purify me.
Gravel beneath my feet and glistening snow.
Once white, now converged with filth, laced along the side streets.
Paled, it laid to rest over the earth, where bodies lie submerged.
Decomposing under packs of dirt, here, six feet from the river—where humanity floats away…
