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Expierience The Need
Precious, rising, aching need.
Close to a ship, sinking.
She soars, sea shore.
Precious stone of disbelief.
Racing on tides, leading you to bleed.
Grazing for breathe, stretch towards the reef.
Precious pain, obsolete.
No matter how high the tide, I am alive!
Living my life on these streets.
Susan Ann Landers
Copyright ©2009 Susan Ann Landers
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