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Holes in hands- Austin Lee Ruskowitz
The black grass reaches up and grabs my feet
The puppet strings of the catalyst just beyond my reach
The moon smiles in his esoteric solution
In my defeat
The cross hangs upside down
Barely visible by the sun
The wind stops in agony
The moon pulls out the knife
The woman rises from the dirt
The dirt runs from her flesh
Her flesh follows suit
As the sun starts to set
Their (There I think) is a fig tree on the hill
leafe (Leaf) by leafe (leaf) it bears no fruit
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Nooses hang like Christmas bells
That only ring the truth
A man appears from behind the moon
He comes closer yet is still
He turns around
The tree falls down
Back into the hill
The wind picks up the pieces
The moon grins from ear to ear
The sun sets in shame
-Austin Lee Ruskowitz
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And the picture by Past Justin.
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