It's as if I've fallen with the fall.

Like leaves from trees,
standing short and tall.

My lungs are frozen
from the winter air.

A stale cold
and respiratory flare.

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A tectonic drift
and polar shift would ensure our camouflage.
It would be as if we never happened,
and this place was a mirage.

We constantly collide with the troposphere.
We cut straight through like Roman spear.

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It's as if I've fallen with the fall.
Like leaves from trees,
standing short and tall.

Crimson scatters near the roots of the last soldier
from the summer.

It's as if the battle happened here
and the bodies were buried under.
Stimulating
consequences
rest on my conscience.
This addiction to the things we do
is neither conventional or acknowledged.

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[02:29.99
A tectonic drift
and polar shift would ensure our camouflage.

It would be as if we never happened,
and this place was a mirage.
We constantly collide
with the troposphere.
We cut straight through like Roman spear.
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(accepted thesis)