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Charcoal smeared faces stare out from

the canvas. Expressionless.

            Paltry meals taste like their day’s labor,

deepening their hunger.

                       There’s no desire.

                    No bounty.

            Nothing to take away with them.

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Needing isolation to grow, I find myself

rooted to the roof. The sunlight

washes over my eyes so that all I see

is the blue sky above--portentous expanse

holding me upright. I am unafraid

to call to you; I only fear your answer.

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The Substrate of Humanity

Words, in all their complexities and subtleties

certain to differentiate, and yet so meticulously

interweave; sought by fibers, silently colonizing.

  • 2 weeks later...
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Furrowed in a bed of hair, lachrymose

thing of wan appeal, saturated

by glabrous stares lunging

for their dollar's worth.

 

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Edited by Loki Wyrd
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