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Author: Agent Firefly
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Poetry/General - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-25-07 - Updated: 04-18-07 - id:2338798
oh hope these dry bones rise up and walk
for they rattle with the heat, or their anger
an old stale carcass left out to rot
it feels nothing (it feels everything)
it is the past and present

but i will keep it to myself
i'll keep it to myself

until some prophet's words awaken something else
we will rise and walk together, for a moment
though only one of us will stand.



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