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By sweetness Date: 2001 Dec 02 Comment on this Work [[2001.12.02.16.23.27943]] |
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Grief is winter cold sharp, biting glinting gathering in softness shooting back white bright light brings tears to the eyes wraps icy fingers around the throat stabs at the chest. Grief makes one ache for release, for respite for one last chance one more moment one other way this thing could have turned out. Grief leaves me alone a container for pain no release valve how can I bear it? |