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Going Home

cocooned in depression covered in fibrils of time whimpering until I am mute so reduced I am a fading chrysalis my wounds bleed a cruel tide rivers of my blood whisper away set free burn out my eyes I shall fear no death I cannot know what I cannot see so the wings of a phoenix carry me home, and I rage against time

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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