Alive

November 9, 2008
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The path is ever winding
Widening
Bramble filled and turning
In awkward places
No railing to hold
As the steepness of dips
And hips of hills
Collide
And sometimes jagged teeth
And sometimes dirt like skin
And sometimes eyes gone blind
But the path is a path
A climb is a climb
A fall is a fall
And the end
is the end





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