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Created on: August 12, 2009
Prisons without bars
where I am captured in a forest
of dead and dying trees,
resisting the fires only
through flood.
I long for the sound of your voice,
but all I hear are the whispers
of dead and dying leaves.
Burn it all down
and reseed.
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