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Dumbfounded, dumbfucked (Free verse) by Bane

A sting and then the rapture flooding in, so nothing mattered but that it not end blank, grey days under a microscope of sullen sky; now open-eyed above the coast. Sharper costs unveiled in blood and time a waxen blade of midnight flays the soul, and if I died again, then what was lost? Inside myself, unspoken, frayed, unseen, unsouled. And underneath the sodden crush of sky, I never knew the weight of wondering Another wretched sunrise riding cold, beyond my knowing what remained to me.

Fear of Garbage 26-Apr-03/1:49 PM
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