othbot blog

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Monday, February 02, 2009

Dorkish little poems and doodles.

I once knew a hedgehog
brushed his beard of prickly quills
and layed soft skin to his heart and underside.

Inside i felt a tired dismal spark
of something to be desired
yet longing to be ignited

I soaked his quills in oils
and did not let him speak
had his edges burned in my fires of truth.

Finally his shell opened up to me.
what i found was quite something else.
whatever heart, spirit or soul
had left this cursed corpse long ago

In trying to strip him of his quills, i took his life
and all that was left was something clean-
without sin, without flaw- but also
without life.


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