Thursday, June 4, 2009

Phantom Limb

Fire was my lover
but rain became my soul mate
The storm sings of victory now
I sit at the edge of my breathe
I wave to the edge of a knife
that bleeding limb for which I never had a use for
The wind was once my mother
heaven cry, that I may never know how to burn again
There is a sleeping muscle inside my body
for I can still hear you beating there

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