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Love Koan
you could never forget
that you’d been born by yourself
in the heated margin
a nearly lost pulse
gripping, white knuckled
to existence.
I discovered your great wound
this blossom in your side
destroying you
carrying you
through storms
falling towers
and more
...Monday 24th December 2012 4:11 pm
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