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Thorned Verses

My home is upon the wind

My life has been exscind

I fall at the sands of impermanence 

Suffering the reality of permanence 

 

I write lines of fire

The ones laced with desire

Words that dissolve slowly

Showing my sins and folly 

 

The skyline goes red

I look for punishment blood red

Under the scorching blazing sun

My lowly body simmers and burns 

 

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