Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Piercing
Ears never bleed
From the listening alone
But
No new life is bought
Without blood
We change ourselves
Opened up to the blade
The hole is more
Than the sum of the pain
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