The Sentence

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: June 25, 2017

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The flesh of the breed will fade

Away and languish in its pigment.

Though the light is shone upon us,

The night is never very far off.

All the debt becomes wealth.

The dollars lose their touch.

Branches unshackle their leaves,

As the winter holds us prisoner.


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