October 19, 08
Till time done apart stitches,
Draining the rainbow half full,
No colour will be justly dull,
If your eyes stay awide open
Don't weep with eyes closed,
Lick the salt from the wound,
The drought ends ever soon,
Parched throats can drink fire.
Burn aging phoenix take your ash,
To the fountains in your grave,
A baby cries inaudibly your name,
And the cycle ends with the butterfly.
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