raging voice and these naked imploring eyes talking down to me like thunder and taking away from me like fate fever breaking just to burn from being well and able to enter a realm with the smoke still in my lungs i listen to the heat in every word and i cannot believe what i am saying to each one of my shattered faces live and hold together leave and let my ashes be scattered but just make sure you leave me an exit where i can have a private time for thought while sliding down a staircase away from all this sadness. copyright (c) 1998 by Chris McCoolBirth sign: Not entered
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