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These home became cold

A warmth tastes pale

All that has become

Are colours of stale tang.

There was a void in your eyes

An empty twinkle of light

Roots withdrew into themselves

As the Nile became flooded.

A pause of thought spurt

Only so little will you be heard

Skies sleep tangled as storms beckon

Lands left to toil in arid jeopardy.

Ice on thin thread skate

Break easy beneath your skin

Fences stood between mended

In riddled hymns of broken stitches.

Will these paths follow through?

As you continue to chase these herds

I stood on the outskirts waving my flag

Come renounce with me.