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Friday, April 29, 2005


loseing faith
Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always lost, always alone,
frozen here,
waiting.

Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
rending my naked flesh.

Tears on my face.

I raise my head, now crying out for
this uncaring fate.

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