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Sep 2015
#2
now quarter the man I was yesterday
however should I follow?
this path before me bears no light
the earth under me hears no name
Quiet calls me to its feet
I lay down before its bones
Ice runs circles around me
it dances and beckons me to join
but Quiet is stepping on my head
I cannot get up
I am gone
Gone.
haruka
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haruka  Vancouver, Canada
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