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Posted by on Sep 10, 2008

End

Furtive wind
lures me,
a horizon at dusk
alone with me.

My heart, calm.
My thoughts, clear.
An embrace, this dusk.
A passage of time.

I shed these sutures,
this lonliness, fear.
I breathe that descending air,
Lungs achingly remember.

I dissolve into the dusk,
at one with now.

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