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Hushed words shared
of the ancient rivers
of blood that
scar the earth
like the ones that riddled
her arms
like tributaries

His story
has penetrated the soil
snapped the trees
and stabbed down

deep dark under
the soil
where gnarled roots wind
sedimentary thoughts

– Andrea Bonaccorsi

editors note:

Getting to the root of the matter; wet words for parched earth. – mh clay

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