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(and another...)
concern revisited
scrawl it onto the back of my throat
and use the pen to gouge out my eyes
my mind turns inward and attacks itself
blood runoff in the form of sighs
god said to me "this could be yours"
like the world a day before
wearing a mask of an empty shell
tarnished by a burning sore
my wan expression hides the pain
that stabs into my chest
like seething urchins in my throat
pulsing through my neck
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Your arms are broken!
Last edited by KWSN; 11-30-2003 at 04:41 PM..
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