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I guess this is the first song/poem thing I've ever written.

And the man stumbles forward over so much snow and ash
His belt torn and tattered with the sling slung crosshatch
As the streams and the sludge lap through her bare ankles
Miles down the tar where the obsidian lies

And down at his side hope long lost lingers
But flexes a nerve broken with the casing of bullets
And a mad dash grab ends with a misting of crimson
Where eaten and boiled sat the product of plumes

Searching on end for a hint of new blossoms
But finding macadam and lepers and lightning

The ridgetops char and crust over cold and vivid
Driving in mud pits with a snarl the hunters
Plundered and pillagers meet with a rumble
The cart shatters and spills without much rattle

Chewed up recollections now standing weak kneed
A toy truck and a story not breaking the silence
For forgetting the boy and a dog and a victim
Amounts to far more grievous a crime

Searching on end for a hint of new blossoms
But leaving behind the used shell of a soul

And the man stumbles forward over so much snow and ash
His belt torn and tattered with the sling slung crosshatch
As the streams and the sludge lap through her bare ankles
Miles down the tar where the obsidian lies
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