Insecurity Guard
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Saturday, October 8, 2011
Hiss
He awoke under feet of loam
No longer tired
Older than before
All of God's truth lived in the trees
Because there's someone cursing about him
But still no sign of wind
A fathomless gray
A flowerless grave
A finding of solace by the road unpaved
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