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Monday, January 17, 2011

Small hours

I hold on tight to the morning
till I become a victim to the demise
of night
when the weight of the day lay on my chest
and holds my eyes against the light.
These words will always fall
but who will catch them?
As I spin into a place where I am
invisible
invincible
untouchable
in this secret place I am held captive
till the dawn breaks through
and
slowly
kisses
my lips
with day.

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