It’s time to run one dry.

Posted on October 15, 2013

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My body has become dry
Washed up onto what’s no longer ocean kissed
But a desert of bones picked clean
An arrogant buzzard’s bliss
Tired eyes fall onto an instance where creativity flowed
A rhythm silent
Hibernation to give way to another creation
A long lasting journey finding wings
And finally glowing

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