Please won't you grind me from this ground?
I can't hear them. Are they gone?
A last dance made holy by the flames.
A last breath made sacred by the bonds.
Please, it's the dark that's choking me.
I can't see. Where are they gone?
gjrk
Saturday, June 14, 2008
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