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its about hope............


Submitted:Jun 8, 2012    Reads: 5    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


death a drifter,
a pipers tune,
a fairy tale with icy hands.

then its cloaking the big
collapes, setting your
cosmic watch to the third
heaven.

death is barren,
exhausted,
totally vacant,
a ho hum from the
floppy hats.

then its cloaking the big
collapes, setting your
cosmic watch to the third
heaven.

then life penatraits this thing,
and pumps it with brand new
air..





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