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5d
All from that angle,
collarbones and
shades of Heaven
splattered with the ink
of Hell,
were a man may pilgrimage
dying lost and breaking
only to collapse
like a star
falling in and resting
head on chest.
RMatheson
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RMatheson  Beating tired bones
(Beating tired bones)   
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   Kalliope
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