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Soft lids of rain flutter shut To the lullaby of your storms Warming stifled sighs of dust Someway, knowing to think no way To all and nothing; we are trying Something while we are nothing; decay As the scenery buries us within irony To this long lost parched inquiry I look away.

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Published: Aug 13, 2010
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