Hungry Fish Poetry
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Friday, April 12, 2013
I am the dawn
It is night, and I am awake.
How many wolves howl outside? I wait for dawn and think.
It is night, and I am troubled.
How much is a soul worth?
The blood of God himself.
It is night, and I am afraid.
How many shiver, hungry in the dark? Too many.
It is night, and I am the dawn.
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