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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Cold circles in the rain


the space crept with rhythmic moaning 
awake in the dusk dreaming of life storming
the cold skin that feels the cement on bare feet
before there was no meadow
barefoot and half naked
spinning in the rain

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