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Monday, October 4, 2010

Starry Eyes

His tears are shooting stars
I can see a history, so brutal laid before me
The bones that he hides
Under his bruised skin
Outline of a skull, crying
Your tears taste of years of searching
Of yearning
Man that is not man
Wolf inside, why do you hide from me?
I know you too well.

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