Sheets of white,
frightening ledge
Give him Rolex for
Christmas
Reaching for escape;
barren landscape
Shade of red framing a
golden centre.
Old scars hide his
cruel nature
Freedom of the ocean,
happiness of a seal
Strange gelatinous goo
excites me
Explosion, a million
tiny shards of light
Men bring meat, women
sustain life
A barren landscape,
there is nothing left
Religion forces itself
upon modern life
Pomegranate season is a
good time for juice
Tiny beaded hats
protect heads from nothing
My eyebrows itch, I
need to sneeze.
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