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By recluse Date: 2002 Jun 30 Comment on this Work [[2002.06.30.21.49.27059]] |
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who am i to speak of love and all that is infinitesimal this little thing that hearts beat twice and call out in cries of night screaming for the peace of dreams in stars filled with quiet longing flames that torment shattered nerves this little thing i would away from me forever longing rip from my heart of crimson bled tear from this life no longer mine place in trash so ever soft so on brink of day it to be carried away with the flies buzzing of my disgust for what i have done for what i have become in these throws of love yet forever still longing |