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Monday, April 4, 2011
ASH-BOUND
Sand in my hourglass Slowly seeps down At eventide. The sea is slowly Turning its hourglass Upside down. I twist my hourglass By the isthmus And submit the sand To the crematory of the soul And blow its ashes Into the Sea.
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