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Powdered Eagle and Me

Monday, June 8, 2009

A night
And the stars are bright
They're light
And the fog is right
I sit
Beneath a yellow tree
With it
Laughing at me.
A smile
That surrounds my eyes
A child
In me that cries
To beauty do I say:
Death
Do we part.
Human
Is the start.
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