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Breedom
Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves--
Henry David Thoreau
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
separation part I
The mark you left on my breast is fading,
this territory has been abandoned.
How long will you be gone?
Forever.
The mark on myself is indelible, permanent, fixed.
skin is more resilient than the mind.
How long will you be here?
Forever.
1 comment:
djay
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Many marks. Many memories. The building blocks of one's self.
October 14, 2012 at 6:17 PM
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breedom
i deep sea dive through most of my living. i am a hopeless romantic. my passion is the written word.
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Many marks. Many memories. The building blocks of one's self.
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