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

'Planet' series.

I can feel the rumbling of dirt,
And can hear the hum of the sand.

I can see the waves herding near us.
Under your skin the rivers are just as wild.

There was an Earthquake,

a magnitude of eight, they said.

All I can feel is the heat of iron,
deep inside your core,
but colder and colder I became;

Condensation on my lip.

I can see the smolder of the sky,
But all I can think is,
How the dirt dappled on my arms,
Resembles the colour of your eyes.

Submitted: October 30, 2015

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This is so vivid and eloquent and beautiful. Amazing. KMU! ~DJ

Thu, November 5th, 2015 7:38pm

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