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Sep 2010
after every battle,
war,
argument,
or
day

after every fire
from the
furnace
(our soul)

there is a quiet time
when the sky turns grey
and the tiny flecks
of ashes
float towards the
earth

you watch the ashes
floating down
like angles from heaven

and they say nothing
but
everything
and
your eyes
close
silently
in
peace
Overwhelmed
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