Friday, October 2, 2009

Repair Motherboard Trace

edges, sea

The Cliffs crunches, strident, stirred a wave
Sea panics, inflamed by the howling wind
And the storm's wrath fell on the limestone tempered;
It 's collapse, land, and slips away under my feet,
And in the distance, the depths of darkness without a name, I raise
at arms my soul to whoever

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