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The Forage
An apricot sunrise seethed through the misty moors. She wandered grasslands; pulled lady’s smock by their roots, by the heaps. Her necklet loosened; it fell, unbeknownst to her. In the sky, Parakeets...
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Crusty desert skies, behold! Earth is fading now – Human hands clamp helplesslyFiled under: Poetry Tagged: Apocalypse, Desert, die, Earth, End of the World, Fade, Haiku, Hands, Humanity, Judgment Day,...
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A mind, a whirlpool, a sky; Amid wild orchards, Apple cider, sweet raptureFiled under: Poetry Tagged: Apple, Cider, Intoxication, Mind, Orchard, Rapture, Sky, Sunrise, Sweet, Whirlpool
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