"The doorways now so tall or did we become too small?
There is no easy shade, from the spiked beliefs we made.
The ground too dry to till, the sounds too sharp and shrill.
The heat is all we breathe, our footprints all we'll leave.
We find no explanation, in this merciless location.
We're simply lost."
a short poem by Benjamin Nutter.
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