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eggshell
oh desolation,
from the trees all
the way to the cityscape
streetlights flaring but
everything else dark
lying dead drunk
on the cold floor
putting out fires of the mind
always, always
oh desolation, what you've
done to us all
out here with each other
and no one listens
or hears-
this meaningless void
so full and empty at once
at times promising
at times a wasteland
of unused drive
eggshell of youre body
poked and prodded
trying every way
every combination
to unlock the safe
of not... non
desolation youre nurturing mother
youre stern father
youre brother and sister in arms
desolation bringer of
blood and bruises
confusion and wonder
within itself
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