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[The mother pulled her watch off her wrist and went into the flames]


The bruised beat of your breath
Holds pockets of sulfur
Eating sleeping secrets sleeping

Days of dying with you
Arm in arm in arm
Roots entwined and bent
Kneeling inside outside
Nothing is only a lack of light
Ending a part of us
So still as if nothing collides with itself
So still

Out of this second you are cut

Your branches torn from mine
Our tree on fire burning gray fear golden
Umbra colored flakes
Rising to the sky as garlands

And you leave me like this
Resting against your warm coal
Melting the last floating beat
Sinking heavy with life

Poetry by Ghost of Heino
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Written on 2011-11-19 at 20:36

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