Thankful For....
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Eric Cockrell
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softly...
words fall like rain
on a fresh dug grave...
and the mouth of the soul
prays in unknown tongues,
that the body inhabits.
stars, but the reflection,
of love dressed in hunger.
i wait beneath the willow,
thankful for the rain!
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