DUNES
Hills collides with the sea,
where bodies emerges and submerges; consciousness of the grey dunes.
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- Vena Ward
- I have ridden in your cart, driver, waved my nude arms at villages going by, learning the last bright routes, survivor where your flames still bite my thigh and my ribs crack where your wheels wind. A woman like that is not ashamed to die. I have been her kind.