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By Misti Date: 2003 Sep 03 Comment on this Work [[2003.09.03.23.52.17498]] |
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I'm dead but when I come alive I am screaming urgency flushed and lost dead center in each prolonged moment hoping for groping for needing more bleeding from every pore at the core I am chaos not captured enraptured with the blistering fever dismally aware of the brevity resigned to the short sharp seasons of the senses so soon we'll fall asleep for good and I would buy more time if I thought it would contain all that is precious and worth keeping now I can cherish but to perish seems more beautiful somehow. |