Pure Mud
Fall, breathe. Rise still.
Sunday, January 3, 2010
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The beating of a fluttering heart,
Resembling so the tick-ticking of a clock.
Tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump.
So steadily marking your descent
Into the darkness that lies
At the realization of mortality.
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