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Friday, October 1, 2010

musings

I've lost myself in the bottomless well of the heart.
I sometimes make my way up to the light,
but the pregnant and trembling unknown of the darkness
calls hauntingly,
promising life and death, over and over.
Until every line is made and crossed,
every path shaped and tread upon.
Until every tear shed, every heart forged and broken,
until every word said, and deed done.
Every lesson learned, relearned, and unlearned,
and until every love is lost,
and in bleeding, reclaimed.

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