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Poetry from the fellow Trent Bellwood

2/4/14

Desert

The very air
Walking 
In a desert 
That looks like 
The backs of hands
Cracked and dry
From so many
Cold nights
Salt licks the sky
Even blue erodes
Pasted by Unknown at 15:48
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