O Lost - Poem by Tom Squires
They had finally found the money,
In blank cold secret stares.
listless and fragrant,
From the turning of the fresh new earth.
This was so they wouldn't have to change,
Any more lost benevolent caretakers,
Of the dream's pure and silent flight.
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