We are the desolate.
Hoarfrost and shattered limbs.
Naked to the elements.
No thaw will mend our bones again.
We are the desolate.
Flood plains and angry winds.
Hungry roots claw further in.
Foundations fail as tides begin.
We are the desolate.
Sun-soaked and yellowing.
Arid soil and thirsty skin.
Swear to rejoice when summer ends.
We are the desolate.
Weeping and sickly thin.
Rodents pilfer stores within,
Abandoning our skeletons.
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