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We are safe here.
Black, the hole of a donut, outside,
Around us. Around him.
Sticks like fingers,
pins, out of the soil white,
Around us, around him.

The sight is infinite, cannot see,
Tunes deep and mellow acoustic.
Flicker and we are safe here.
Pillow coat, she is my pillow.
Crackle and we are safe here.

Ember reeks well, the trees.
A pit for the campfire.
Strum string I smell the earth
Baked, revived, churn brown.
Snarl and we are lost.
Posted 12/08/10
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