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Poetry By: devilrod

What a hoot.

Submitted:Aug 23, 2008    Reads: 146    Comments: 8    Likes: 7   

The never-resting, downward gaze

Without a single blink

Still and frozen breath

The heart in pause of beating

Not a sound to shatter the moment

Completely absent of thoughts to ponder

So delicate a descent

The burning noose, tightening

Locked in, spiral gliding

An aching belly, just a far away signal calling


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