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Dead Inside (Free verse) by drnick

My soul must be iron: Forged in fire but currently cold, crushing. The weight intense With structure long rusting. Bringin' me down, Like an anchor Through the ground. I make not a sound, And feel nothing.

Ranger 12-Oct-06/1:26 AM
Hahaha, ever get that longing to be put in a room full of sparkling wine glasses with a pair of sturdy goggles and a baseball bat? Ultra kudos for doing physics though. A friend of mine tried to teach me quantum physics; we ended up attempting to devise a whole new theory of gravity.




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