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Drip August 20, 2008

Posted by jak in Creative Writing, Life, Poem, Poetry, Writing.
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Drip falls a pain,
Dull as the rain,
Blood leaves the skin so pale.

Dropped from a height
Far from our sight,
To live in the depth of detail.

Life’s lived in degrees,
From death to disease,
The little things will tell our tale.

© 2006 Argonaut

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