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There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobodyt is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds.

Added: 6 Sep 2001 | Last Read: 2 Dec 2008 12:35 PM | Viewed: 5355 times

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