Death Valley
By ecologist
Dreams fall Pounded into oblivion by GRAVITIES WEIGHT a feather's tears lying in life's GUTTER Leaves --- turning to amber to rust FALLING into the echo of me dying, dying, dying, in the wasteland WASTELAND of anhilation where even ghosts fade .... with time. Written February 21st, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 11:12 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Dreams fall..."