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quantumofire


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Posted Sat Sep 19th, 2009 10:01pm Post subject: Dust

On the coastline, with wind graining my face
Wrapped up in remembrance, I hear your voice
'Just wait till midnight
The clear autumn sky
Follow the plough's tail
To the Perseid shower.'
And I cry, 'look,
Grains of dust
Burning high above us
Our moment's life
In brilliant lights
Timed to thrill.'
Watch them go.
Watch you go.

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Breaking contradictions in his mind was, to him, like walking through a winter forest snapping twigs underfoot.

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