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Thursday, March 13, 2008

Poem V

Raindrops fall in silence
And speak when they
Hit the ground
We fall with whispers
And are silent
In the aftermath
Bolts of lightning jostle space
To die before they
Make a sound
We die every time we come together
And announce our death
With our cries
Posted by Douglas Matus at 1:58 PM

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