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Saturday, August 23, 2008

Whispered Crimes

As eternity caresses the spindles of time
the universe pays for its only crime,
love shines faintly through half closed eyes
as her soul lingers in the shadow between skies;

the world in detail can be seen in the sands
that pass through her whitened hands,
if only for a moment she can feel her time,
her hair tangled by the whisper of its crime.

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