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#39

The empty thrive on the highest rocks in the darkest night.
Their heads touching the bare boned clouds
dampened by the water flowing through this earths veins.
The strong thrive in the tallest trees in the brightest day.
They're faces burnt and warmed by the sun at it's brightest.
Which fuels the rest of us on the ground.

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  • k8fairy
    November 9

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    I really like the imagery of the first half but I feel it falls down a bit in the second half. "Bare boned clouds" is my favourite part.