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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required If i could exhale, really exhale, To expire the rubble of the ages, 1000 years of dread off my belly, and my fingertips once so dainty then could grasp stars and not burn, I dig my face into the dirt and find eternity. i gazed into the jackals eyes and he spoke to me from eternity he said "follow closely so that i might teach you to exhale and maybe dear in return a smile upon your face will burn" an expression lost on my brittle jaw for ages so i walk upon the crust of the earth now bruised and dainty yet i feel growth between my toes and swelling in my belly woe does bewilderment plague me here, tearing up my belly then a soft green garden snake cradles me into eternity, i watch her curl and dance across the soil of this dainty room, she looks back from her slither reminding me to exhale, have i been lost for all these ages? or have i simply been afraid to burn? and thus so is it my place to burn? for i feel welcomed and smooth yet i have poison in my belly and tomorrow i will remember the pain of the ages may i retain the knowledge of eternity or become bodily again when i exhale? or have no question that my thoughts and ideas are dainty i have visions of my presence siting crossed and dainty breathing barley and quiet as i burn surrounded by a castle of tones that bring me to exhale into the mouth of god and back into my belly i feel my self escaping and gasping for eternity coming back down to the end of my ages i could sit and cry for the death of the ages but this life i despise growing and rooting, dainty yes, paltry no, and tattering for the rest of my eternity yet i recall the jackal and his feet where the earth does burn and i miss the poison in my belly it not escapes me, but it crusades me to exhale. before and after the ages, the world will burn and my body will lie dainty on the ground filling her great belly with the poison of eternity cursed to exhale.
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