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The Unmoved SonMy parched skin sears, Under the wanton sun. Seemingly it sits, Never to withdraw. Never to wither. Consciousness falters and fades.The Unmoved Son
A wind picks up. Sand, Tears at my skin, Forces my eyes shut. Gritting blood stained teeth, I can taste the mixture. I am felled, Defeated by the elements.
-Caytie
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