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DESOLATE WASTELAND

I am living in a 
Desolate wasteland 
Every dream I ever had 
Blew away
Impossible now. 

So instead I'm morphing into 
A
Supranational mutant, 
The palliative caregivet to 
My dying life. 

Forces within me are surging and 
Awakening 
I feel 
Powerful 
But depleted
Where have I even been?
And I don't mean 
Geographically. 

My soul is asunder
And I plunder my heart
For Lyrical 
Twilight dreaming 
While my feet are 
Hot rocks
On the asphalt planes. 

I rock with the best of them
My future will begin again 
As elle, or ilya, or both. 
That is my 
Current thought. 

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