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Thursday, March 13, 2008

Shade 65: First Drop of the Thaw

And from the stony tomb where Earth itself lay frozen still
Beneath an azure shell like flaking skin of long deceased men
Her ever beating heart spreads warmth always below
And slowly she will rise up from this tomb to live again
Posted by choragos at 9:13 AM
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