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Rated: · Poetry · Dark · #1793207

This piece is one of a lonely and ominous theme. But, what does it say to you?

Jagged obsidian thrusts through
This dry skin

Mounds of rust
Have become my grave

Cold and far from home

Just a twinkle
Are my memories
Their end foreboded
By giant eyes of Greek gods
Long since dead

As if judging who I am

Through stale air
And salty water
I send my soul to earth
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