The Veins of Mars

Your crater stands abandoned in the dirt, As thirsty dreams evaporate for good; Beneath your dusty surface pressures spurt, Leaving behind deposits in the mud. They burn you with their sulphate-silic blood, And your horizons change beyond repair; Then ground water appears like a lost flood, Leaving behind pure sulphur in your lair. We cut … Read more

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