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cornerstone

and there the air became silent
and no one left the room... to breathe
a frown in the corner, was the coroner’s last gasp taken in
a whim inhaled for the luxury of men
a stolen moment, trapped in time, to witness
the sound of loss and longing, altogether in silence
departed, spreading comfort with the emptiness of mind and heart
already undertaken
swift flight, upheaval to reach
the burden of truth, and die
in tremor, never ending the closeness
or touching...
the unity of life




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Publicerad 2005-10-18 21:10



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