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Found Poetry 961


war brings the rain of shells
lights sliding in the sky at night
messages in metal bottles
the only pause is to reload
the saturated pebbly floor
in a coffin house next door

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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