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Currents (Free verse) by Isis

Drawn in to a deep of tear, Struggling, I die. Execute by yielding, My oppressor is the sky The fiendish sun Throws waves of bright, Vertically down into the depths. Dark and light, adjacent stand Shadows glance, and terrify, Bind me to my fate.

horus8 12-Jul-02/7:23 PM
Welcoming that which pulls by pushing




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