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Carbon Dioxide
Dip your fingers into the flood waters, into the ash at the alter of the forest.

Or is it an urn?

Two lines dragged across each cheek,
this is war.

But you are a pacifist so you don't go.
You stay home and read your books but the blood starts to pool around you anyway and now you're in the mirror up to your waist in red and the red is rising and the black...