Sunday, January 24, 2010
Sweat beads on the skin of the fruit
Open my lips but the heat made me mute
I climb down the tree with stars in my hands
They burn holes in my flesh, holes in the lands
I run from this forest and out to the sea
Because I know that they are looking for me
I jump on a wave but the tide brings me in
It seems I shall end before I begin
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