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Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Rebirth


the sad truth of death is the lingering scent 
memorized every moment taken for granted
basking in the sun and replenishing in the rain
the body languished for the remembrance of touch
tears cried from birth recycled to the grave
replenished from a seed and an egg 

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