Breathing poetry
A poem is never finished, only abandoned....
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August 8, 2011
Because of you
'It is a Sweet Thing, Friendship, a Dear Balm, a Happy and Auspicious Bird of Calm.'
The dawn ushers love
Balming the dark blood, black hurts
My dusk has just dawned
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