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And I wondered Would he stay to weave a web on my canyon walls Would he hang from a thread to guard me from the flies of my past And bundle them tightly To keep them from Coming back He did not... He melted in my eyes Till he was no more And the liquid ran Down my cheeks To become a small river Running at the foot Of my canyon walls Carving them deeper Into the abyss of my mind Oniena Onda Copyright ©2002 |
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