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Friday, July 31, 2009

Sobs



Sob,
corroded tree,
uprooted,
cloudy and lonely .
Sob,
destiny without conscience,
everlasting cloister,
unfinished poem
of dying verses.
Sob,
arrhythmic palpitation,
clandestine hollow,
quiet seed
of dew's drops,
in short:
hardly;
only
a timid
sob.

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