by J.J. Campbell
dancing with the
shadows of mercy
as a song of hope
slowly bleeds from
an old stereo
but these oppressive
winds only bring
heat and destruction
they never bring
rain
the fruits of life
are slowly dying
on the vine
helpless, i watch
from behind air
conditioned walls
knowing one day
that will be me
i'm pretty sure they
have already started
building the cross
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