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desolate ([personal profile] desolate) wrote on August 11th, 2009 at 09:39 pm
From Another Planet
Twisting a dry towel,
a red tide emerges between my fingers.
Drips, escapes
from my boiling skin.

Writing a silent song,
a pen lies flat on top of the paper.
Dies, fades away
from my frantic muse.

Thus I begin my pursuit,
gaining an inch of flesh,
losing a strand of hair
with
every
step.
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