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Sun 07/05/20 02:21 PM
Ash falls once it’s burned.
Burned to the ground.
Determined with flames.
Inordinate combustible thoughts.
The mountain looks down. Our perception looks up.
Within a meaning. Mirror me oh how my anxious
Presets camp the old.
Waiting for a new. No where to look.
A giant mirror in the sky, red, white, and blue.

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Sun 07/05/20 02:17 PM
A country mirrored.