Feb 22, 2012 12:16
beast in the brain
aching to tear through,
a trapped respite,
where is the oasis?
where is the succor in the
amber sap bubbling to the
surface
there is tiredness in
the toughened bark
that sags when it
is pulled too hard
for too long,
but it does not die
we do not die like that.
poetry
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Thank you so much! XO
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