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It is a futile
Game of hide-and-seek
While killing time
What is being killed
Is only you
The echo
Is in you like the cry
Fighting its way
Out of the womb
Life is nothing
But a prolonged scream
The native sound crying
Against a dull sky
Where dead animals
Grazing at the bygone
Stars --- Holy shit
No one should
Question the origin
Of its sound
It came from some-
Where far, deep down
The unknown place
The child keeps
Calling for some-
One, wanting to be heard
The song
A little off-key
But it is a song
Nontheless
---LTG, '04
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