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I am hurt for you,
And the desert speaks highly
of reprisal.
Astrologers nightmare,
A sordid affair.
O look! Nibiru?
Heaven child, wild awakening.
Birth and dreams in cannibal
Vision.
Scoured simplicity sought souly
So sadness sings of its sovereignty.
Solemn word bands making oily truths
Slip from reason
And avail of the ego of birds.

Posted by rtav