Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Birthday


It has been a while
Searching for me in others
Now that I am found
In me
Death is a cousin I cannot shake.

We’ve been dressed by the wilderness
And there is no feeling
Even when worrying about the soul
Or two souls by the ledge.
 
Do I leave your heart?
Pinching me to go insane?
Skin running in the wind?

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