Mars's Tarzan

January 3, 2012
By KMadison BRONZE, Wesley Chapel, Florida
KMadison BRONZE, Wesley Chapel, Florida
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Mars's Tarzan
Far than away than
Hidden wasteland
It's what you taste, sand
He finds a dime when
All of time ends
A pocket made sends
A land to Mars, condemns
Sitting sideways
He spies the highways
A leaning motion makes
All the heartache quake
Then what's it take?
A blood-dust lake?
A winding vine loop
Around the time hoop?
His end is means
For a mind that teams
With filling lotion
A lonely red ocean



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