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  • Anat Tales: Healing

    Tuesday, December 20, 2005

    Healing

    Blasted lands stretching on
    to the end of the world.
    The graveyard sun-bleached bones
    asking the sand for burial.
    Killing the dying kondos
    But no relief.

    I will fold cranes in Sadako's honour
    And pray for healing

    I think I should rather visit Iron Forge again
    Kiss the winter reveller for the mistletoe
    Get those cookies to santa.
    Let Santa hug me, and whisper in my ear
    That he knows what I wish for
    And that the future is unwritten

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