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It must be someone else�s
Sadness,
Soaked up from long walks
Through rainy streets
From a little boy�s wonky smile
Cal..
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The space between your shoulder blades
Deepens with the weight of a shadow,
And the lines in my forehead are
Pathways that wind into labyrinths
Of..
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Crass American voices
Drawling louder and fading away
On a backdrop of cushioned mountains,
Softening and deepening
With the growth of evening sha..
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Weight tugs on my fingers
Stretching across my chest,
Spilling from my eyes
Smudges of blue, green, brown,
Close to orange, then black
White ..
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I had to write this in a Pastoral style for class. It's reflecting on a news article I read about some US bombings in rural Somalia.
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[i]An eclectic sky, flashes of frightening lighting up the shed. From the midst of the stormy shrouds breaks an intense blackness, falling like a lava..
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