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Friday, October 21, 2016


Dark and wet,
You mark each step
That lies between
Your birth and death.

To free the breath
That chokes, within
Your burning  chest.

Raging,  yet,
You claw, to get
Both arms around
Her beating breast.

And ring, untill
You ring  to death,
Her hope,  that lived,
Inside regret. 

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