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Terra Cotta
I flip through the days
Numbered along this solitary path
The automated grass begins to spiral my calves
I stare without gaze
Numb from the thorned limbs once embracing me in
The wintered sun begins to bake my terra cotta skin
Wildflowers rise...
Numbered along this solitary path
The automated grass begins to spiral my calves
I stare without gaze
Numb from the thorned limbs once embracing me in
The wintered sun begins to bake my terra cotta skin
Wildflowers rise...
