Shipped Him Off to Die

There. And expire.
Vision last on
religions, like after
a little air in these prayer-ed
times, arrive in
couples on alien shores.
A clearest find;
set-up like shoes
by the door.
You obsessing, a dismantled
flag; white and
Moments blow - blowing
stone. Gave a 'have-said,'
he fields an
army, 'don't despair!'
Died grey, around morning-
warning...WILL! You
here? Drains from you,
a white, unripe wave.
Goodbye. Air at

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