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Dec 2013
graceful the cold grey dust
lightly does it fall

first the fire wrapped it
then silence took it all

peaceful is the nothing
no reason care of how

things that ever mattered
worthless black wind now

marvel at the nothing
no hope to dash or ****

no happy sad or wanting
no silly wish to fill

embrace now nothing
laughing in this fire

how beautiful the nothing
how perfect the desire
Porter
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