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Shrimp: Roach of the Sea

What’s lost is mine now.

Now somehow you want it back.

Gotta catch me first.

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Water Has Been Found

Ridges cleave open

Sun screens burn to smithereens

Mars? Arizona!

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Lost Streak

Pond swells after rain

Cactus bitter at it all

Progress down the drain

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The First Kill

Didn’t feel as dirty as I wanted it to. Just hunting the deer and understanding the death of the animal… I later on smell metal as I feel the air coming through the grill in the truck. The doe sprawled across the front of my truck is the bloodiest part of my life. All else is peaceful and full of life. The only death is what I hunt.