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Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Promiscuous


Some fireflies
Living a lifetime
In a night

Filling all the pores
Of the air around
Like the shrill cries
Of a failed heart

Burning their own
Wings, the worth
Unknowingly

In the mirth
Of flying high
Touching
The sky

Promiscuous
Evanescent
Can life be???

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