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You and I
We'll never be
You were my dream
My creation
And yet
Even you
Cannot and
Do not love
Me
I had hope
For our future
For an eternal
Unity
But nothing
In life
Is forever
Not even
us.
"To the East, to the East"
Cry the Ibis and the Locust Beast
"To the East and the Sycamore Feast!"

The call of the Firebird
crackles in mid-air,
The Ash of the Sycamore
blowing in the wind
echoes of tomorrow
As silent slave bells bear
creaks at the gateway
Sing:
"Catch-ink; catch-ink!"

"To the East, to the East"
Cry the Ibis and the Locust Beast
"To the East and the Sycamore Feast!"
28.08.2012
 Aug 2012 Paul Hardwick
Jessica M
my skin is burning crawling
it knows more than i ever will
my skin has taken quite the beating
but at least I can see
the bruises
even though
i may never know where they came from
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