November 21, 2011
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You embrace the coldness of the river
Journey of death awaiting, cruel,
at water’s edge
You oblige, yes, in a trance
As a lily bursts in bloom
Leaving me
With questions new
Is this your birth?
Is this your death?
Murmurs echo, strange and cold
Strangely, yes,
For not your own
Belonging to another soul
Who created you to be


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