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Saturday, September 27, 2008

When the Wind Howls

The wind howls
in the name of the rain
and blows the mind
to exhaustion.
Deja-vu steps
on the porch
seep into the air.
The world
becomes unconcious.
A familiar honk
stabs the dead.
A mother wakes
and bundles her child
back into her womb
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