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Friday, October 10, 2014

Prompt: Ebola

Heart
   I remember
   when i sat in some place
the entire year
  all i remember
  sitting staring at the tree
growing on the other side
of
 that
  pane.

Condensed
                 was it math?
to a single sigh of yearning
for
 bitter
 secondhand smoke

kept
 kept
  kept
crept
 crept
  crept
slept
 slept
  slept

Court her past,
quarter passed.
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Man is a virus
she'll surely tire of us
     quite soon
            exhaust beyond our worth
            here meek inheriting the earth.
Man is a virus
rampage by
touch we don't discuss
            behold short-sighted mirth
            propagate disease in pleasured birth
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Our hope is for
our hope     for itself
                   may speak
Resound within
consciousness
                   to live
                   simply
                   we seek
Dull roar
sung below
threshold
        shifting bones each
                 passing week
Til a
choral ringing
       undertone
       collective courage peaks,
Land we
     hope
     ahead,
we're inheriting the meek

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