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Friday, February 10, 2006


Poem
Sitting by this lake of blood, I feel the tremors rise. Higher and higher they soar, there's really no surprise. Sighing, I fall into a listless sleep. Falling, I fall into the lake deep. Feeling my way, I find a light. Figures, it wouldn't be the sweet night.
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