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Nov 2013
Yesterday died late last night in the darkness.
Today was born in the small hours.

It lay there quietly gurgling
Alone and vulnerable in the inkiness.

At the break of the sun
That stabbed then tore the horizon,
I knew it was mine.
ottaross
Written by
ottaross  Ottawa
(Ottawa)   
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     ---, Ocho the Owl, --- and st64
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