I take this chaos
for my home
desertion of hands
shaped as grenades
lips lighter than day
resisting steal's temper
animal communion
in mechanical glades
sweat grown into rivers
in the edge of parched eyes
dry lips revisit
of inner peace
tomorrow, I'll drink sun
where tonight - dust.
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