The air tells me
It does not need
A trip inside
That fluid I bleed
Water tells me
While I drink down
Fun it is to
Within me drown
The fire keeps quiet
Yet calls my name
And shimmers away
To join its flame
When forces call
One must pay heed
Bodies so frail
Maggots shall feed
Saturday, September 24, 2011
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