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Thursday, May 5, 2005


poem
Darkest black laced with red. pain ringing loud inside my head. pins, needles, sticks and stones .each finds in my body it's own home . My blood is dripping cold. Yet still the chains i hold...whips, blades, words, and fist...each hurls into me till I see gray...Blackest dark...Agony's night...Never will my soul take flight. (what do ya think?)

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