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blackout

Tonight I'm on my back
sculpting poetry
my electronics went out
I'm simply left with this pen and journal

If I were a civilian,
these would be all I have
to pass away days in apple meadows
with blossoming cherries under pale clouds
and my soul stirring upon sorrow-less soil

If I could be the harvested crops, leaping grasshoppers,and rays of a sun,
I'd simply be



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