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Friday, October 06, 2006

Refracted

When mired in angst and loneliness
Leaden are the limbs
That would reach out
Groping for release

Then hollow are laughter and smiles
Lifted on the swirling breeze
Becoming mocking tributes
Deepening the bog

Talk of beauty when standing among decay is painful.

-Theo

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Posted by: Theophany at  3:11 PM

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