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1.01.2006
Stray Child
I am astounded;the depth these steps spiredown. Without shoes, the sea is enormous; so enormous it sinks down.What vanishes?Where must it travel? The sparrow rests above stone graves- a stray childwithout shoes.Tonight,the woods are still, the winds cease to tremble- there are no paths out; hundreds leading in-tothe stair of existence carved in a tunnel that I mustjourneydown.
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