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Saturday, August 6, 2011

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rains…
imitation of the sound
of my blood flow,
filling still empty grave.

the future,
I saw,
was suspended into zero temperature and gravity.
umbilically attached to darkness.

desperately
I was leaning on the past,
I had known,
anything real enough to support my weight,
while my feelings were summoned
by the coffin of my body.

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