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Jan 2012
Times like these
when the wind is whistling through my empty chest
when the recalcitrant organs within
are doubling me over
in a perfect bow, heaving me over the edge of the earth.
times like these
i remember
thousands of years past, thousands of lives lived
thousands of wretched souls prostrate at the feet of their lovers.
a shared quest until the end.
holding me up, urging me forward.
history.
Written by
Amber Clemson
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