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dynamite gunpowder gasoline
Stamped Earth
so like stone
O
How wecould
fade. To dust and dirt
So life like
O
How wecould
die
Tonight. In this home of: Hurt.
I roam under this street light
could eternityexist
in
This night? Oris this
the ness of nothingness?
Some may ask
Going forward poetically no brakes all gas
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CipherPoems
***Author's Note: I been gettin into building with Earth materials, such as cob and tamped Earth, which I call stamped. Tis like a reconstruction of primal processes. Gettin in tune with such things. Thinking thoughts like standing upon monoliths of stone. Humbling and exalting. Everything connects to stone.
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