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Recurrence
Maja Trochimczyk
Dark sky spills into an aurora
above mandarin hills
and crooked, rusty rooftops
slowly sinking into the earth,
softened by a lush carpet
of green grasses that will
die and return, and return
Clouds shift and linger
above the ghost town,
that blends into stillness
erasing our presence
with each passing year,
as dreams fade into the past
that will never return, return
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