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Life Force
A page is just waiting
for a name
the fresh ink through which
it can breath and pulse
with life.
The force
that holds within
all those withering souls
for once set free
as they are spoken.
You can almost hear
the whispers
is it your release
or the tightening of chains.
Struggling with this
creation, unfolding
peel by peel.
Questions of mortality
truth obscured
reviving the corpse
to spring before the eye.
10:36 PM - 4/17/2008 -
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