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Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Futility

Like a silent movie,
white steam,
white cup in isolation
So heaven is where softness fades to
Away from this reason
As of this world
a trial, to fold anytime
A cry, a heartbeat away
Muffled and fast as it can be
Prevention eludes
Salvation deludes
What does await?
A wounded bird struggles to reach the sun.
Posted by chuchups at 10:41 PM
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