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Thursday, December 21, 2006

Nothing to Embrace


Nothing to Embrace



A tin can that rattles of air
A limp sting with no kite
A battle with no one
The war is over
They’ve all gone home.

I’d wring my hands
Of this blank space in time
But how, and where
Would I hang my head?

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