Gone alone

An extra mile on alien soil
Wringed bones, perched limbs.

An extra mile on alien soil
Tamper cold, fuming winds.

An extra mile on alien soil
A second marked oodles wide,
Myriad backdrops seized her sight.

A second marked as low as blue
Jammed to loam with binding glue
Slyly sun flashed the scene
Spartan lunar pierced rim
Backdrops resins jammed her lust
A second marked slender trust.

Gone alone!
No men, no Reich, no fuck, no dread,
Her soul, her surge, her solace.

Gone alone!
An extra mile on alien soil
beautiful Vinca voyage.

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