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Dust specks float and dance.
I'm carried on the wind,
one of them.
The Lion roars in anger
at the misuse of matter.
Genetic alterations
reach out to touch the stars,
so far away.
Salt paints my face.
Tang of iron,
in the dark
behind my lips.
Thrown against a wall,
I fall
and shed my skin.
I'm carried on the wind,
one of them.
The Lion roars in anger
at the misuse of matter.
Genetic alterations
reach out to touch the stars,
so far away.
Salt paints my face.
Tang of iron,
in the dark
behind my lips.
Thrown against a wall,
I fall
and shed my skin.