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In The Long Shadow of Loss Dehydrated baby
In a cradle
Hands cupped a while
Chapped by baking sun
Reddish beneath the dust
Tired, tempted
To go completely flat
And fall to my side
But eyes spot silver line
On the horizon
They say it's just a myth
That leaves rise and cup
When sensing rain to come
But how else can i explain
The involuntary movement
Of my hands
Exhausted as i am
They prepare to catch drops
As i hang on in
Till the smelling salts
Of geosmin
Breathe me anew
And the baby, resurrected,
Cries
And cries
and i thank god for the tears
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Starward
Okay okay okay. One of the
Okay okay okay. One of the finest flowers I ever see-sawed in the garden a-tall.
bananas are the perfect food
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