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Thursday, November 11, 2010

Stars

I connect the dots and find constellations
removed from skies
And I want to claim this prize
So far from where it should be
originated
Close now to here, caged and abated
Sheltered, healed and closed,
fraught with foolery and foolishness
Edging to the door with eyes open wide
Dying already and assuming it's died
Anything to speed the life
Of one so young

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