By Courtney
Date: 2002 Feb 04
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Solace

I starve for the the breath
that makes itself scarce
when you're crawling inside
yourself
turning over in
your own fury
take this key and lock the doors
that swing ajar the mind
flooding a draft
that creeps along your
spine
with hate more passionate
than your head resting
upon my solace
as you cry yourself to
sleep