Thursday, August 21, 2008

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The wind whips at the hollows of my mind,
and I cannot react in time,
to save myself,
or my soul,
to breathe the breath as black as coal.
No others will know
of my torture.
Only me in thine eyes
The death of one who tries,
when there's so many missing things.
There are so many missing things."

By: Heidi Houser

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