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By it dosent matter Date: 2002 Dec 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.04.21.34.12715]] |
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hot enough to sting what cannot be shed burning me please with the calmness of an ocean's crest water a heady black found only in jest depths enough to drown one's self if one can only learn to not float water blood warm yet ice to soul held back by gates that never close this liquid that churns with given life smotherin as it bouys one high riding on this surface of night with eyes that must never shed this that burns them so |