The last gasping breath
from a failed experiment,
a desert animal caught
swimming across the sky.
We always had something to say
but no one to say it to;
this unmarked grave
was not dug willingly.
They, them, us. Goodbye.
The last gasping breath
from a failed experiment,
a desert animal caught
swimming across the sky.
We always had something to say
but no one to say it to;
this unmarked grave
was not dug willingly.
They, them, us. Goodbye.
I am not a silent poet 
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