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Poetry

September 23, 2007
By Anonymous

rushing through like Crimson blood
erupting through the deepest Crevasse
a Crocus begging for life.
a Crusade marching for freedom.
a Curator anticipating his Crew.
a Covenant beholding its papyrus.
a Creation awaiting its Canvas.
This,
This is what poetry Is to me


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