10/22/2014
I think our hands
are poison.
We lay our hands in
the water
And contaminate
streams.
I watch the heart of
the ocean turn black
And the surrounding
trees die by the riverside
Thirsty roots
desperately crawl towards the edge of the water
Drained ever bone
dry
At the touch of
ironic moisture.
I wonder what did we do?
And where did it all go wrong?
When all we started
with was love
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