Rusty barbed wire tears through the soul
As waves of sand and sunsets
Regain their tinted image
After years of recess.
The anvil has been lifted.
All hold has been lost
On weightless, winding
Desires, as they fly
Back to their nest,
In the realm of
Unwanted fathom.
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