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Molecules debating
raining down from a blasted sun
the only survivor here
shadowed in the storm
the light is not my friend
i just hold my breath
and walk on through each night
digging thumbs into my eyes
recurring insistence that i am still alive
do not evacuate my time
here i’ll stay with my blisters
watching you all leave
from the crack in my door
with the holes in the walls
flying through acres of debris
in a washed out soul
with the thorns piercing my lungs
detection of unamended attention
resting in solitude
silence cackling in the heat
of burnt out wavering mannequins
talking of dying visions
draped in haunted light
and cold desert thunders
finding comfort in the fact
had i not been deserted
i would have still died
all alone inside
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