but I was the one who was still alive
Standing under the new sky
I began to mark my arm
Scratching out flowers turning into ravens
Tearing up patience until it became liquid
Eternity was only an instant
Rising up like fire behind your last breath
Poetry by Ghost of Heino
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Written on 2008-11-17 at 21:02
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