Friday, April 24, 2009

White Spot Surrounded By Red On My Lower Lip

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The first star
The first desire pushing
The first word

Spawn path with your feet
Draw the field with your eyes
But do not break this silence

Night indescribable
The secret buried in your heart Is a bud


The pendulum balance sheets more
dead, touching us,
Fly away to heaven


Here we contemplate
Eye to Eye

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