Language of Essence
from the depths of my being
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Fall 2011
i die with the leaves
spinning downward from my life in a golden crust
(rebirth)
i sleep with decay
each breath a grim prayer to the higher power
(recreate)
i will live again
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