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October 9, 2011 · Storm

Uncreation

It’s cold, dark, and I can not see.

I feel many teeth sinking into me.

Ripping and tearing,

The pain is searing.

I grit my teeth and thrash around.

There are so many teeth and claws abound.

Deathly cold.

Silence bold.

The wet sensation,

My own uncreation.

The evolution of pain,

My own enlightenment to gain.

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Mango_Chutney says:

October 10, 2011 at 7:22 am

:love:

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