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DRILLING FOR OIL
I was drilling
Drilling for oil
In the middle of January
Temperature was down to seven
Who lived when the ancient frost began?
Who spread their essence beneath the land?
Dogs tied on the shores of metal towns
Smoke praying from corrugated roofs
Austerity beckons a savior
Torture below zero
I just crossed the threshold
I`m an uninvited guest
I`m a splinter healed beneath the skin waiting to emerge
My heart flutters with the candle flame
It`s enough to keep me sane
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