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They Will Hear My Fall for a Hundred Miles

I took their lives

and I will turn them into art.

I took their lives

and they will take back mine.

I remember things, unclearly

like I’m staring at the sea through fog,

trusting the salty air

to know it’s really there.

Where was I when these mountains

were still reaching for the stars?

And where will I be

when they’re done sinking to the sea?

The rise was majestic

The fall will be groundbreaking

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