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Aug 2011
Today, a hot breath of steam
from the mouth of the sun.
I stood shifting-
my thoughts can never keep my body quite still

"Were you there that time?"
"no I wasn't."
a pause skated a fractured silence across the floor

"I'm glad you weren't there.. hell. I wish God wasn't there to hear that."

our lives are but lightning scars across father time's spine.
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