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May 2012
When I hear,
When I am listening,
if the sounds are sweet 
and strong,
like the great winter Huntress,

then my soul seeps into Hades,
and the Lost begin
to congregate. 

And I,

I become the
thick, 
wet 
void
of endless stars

in the deep,
dark,
water sky.
Christopher Tolleson
Written by
Christopher Tolleson  Arkansas
(Arkansas)   
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