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Because I'm a Poet - A Poetry Thread
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When all our years turned to powder The fragrant sands fit neatly in the narrows The prayers of Earth in full collision Their deaths beneath the vibrant landscape swooned O, death, the irony of our escaping As if there was anywhere to make our run But we’ll be singing by the throat of God And panicked in the wanton song Because we fell before the festooned mass Laying out beyond the desert's grasp The smell of sage upon our lips And only us to designate the stars
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