Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

death by fantasy (10 Feb 2008)

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and so when this river
is happy to go
another course

and watches as you make
your way into a dry bed, the
landmarks now point

to old memories, as if
evidence of lushness
passed through your veins

but you choose to trickle
thinly, hoping the ocean
will come in land

hoping actually that
the fishermen will
kill you quickly

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