June 20, 2011

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    The Borning

     

    Bones are brittled - Veins clog up

    Each and every part just hurts and hurts

    Silence slips in except for tinning ears

    Water-winds redden the nose but go unscented

    Horizons seem closer

    Even this paradise of wave and rock

    Is lost upon him now

    It seems he's been turned inside out

    Perhaps this is the borning

     

     

     

     

     

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