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The Baptism MAG

May 24, 2012
By Anonymous

His eyes were moist,
Red-rimmed,
Blinking furiously,
Shaking like a young sapling.

His shell began to crumble
The hard exterior became brittle
The breeze removed the last pieces
He was exposed to the elements

The breeze baptized him
The wells in his eyes dried
His breath slowed
His emotions
Free



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