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Title: The woods
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Authors:theo
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Date: 2014-08-28
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Modified: 2020-05-07
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Category: poèmes
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Slug: the-woods
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Deep inside the dark vault
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amongst and beneath the crumbs of last Autumn
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lies a dreaming human stump
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as if he were deceased
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as if he were faulted
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over his tanned wrinkled skin
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victim of winds and feasting dragonflies
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rolls the residues of the last
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thousand evenings' fogs
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as if he had been dreaming
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here with the drops of melting ice
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circling his lips as the years slided by
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perhaps conveying an inch of a thought
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in the canyons of his torturous brains
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on New Year's Eve, sometimes.
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the muddy factory of souls that lies
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underneath his legs and arms
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for that while has worked him
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with the tools nature provides
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with the time it saw running.
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Now as soon as the morning light
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pierces through the misty heights of the Atlas mounts
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finally the mandibles will cut and slice
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and tear for the grinning to become
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a house for a thousand souls.
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