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By Marshall Hann Submitted by blessed23 Date: 2007 Sep 18 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.18.05.13.9274]] |
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I think in pieces I drift aimlessly in this sea of reason and I am surrounded in silence ravaged with worry by the lack of movement (Is there nothing but ghosts that share this world with me) I stride through the fiercest wind bleeding snapshots of the past from this wound: Finally I bow in slow motion (forgiveness is frozen solid as the month comes to an end) Warm skin touches mine and hope gasps [I am Here (Here I am)] |