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By Brad Kelly
Made benign by these unnatural conditions. I feel the blood draining from me. Feel my essence swirling in pools at my feet. Watch thru distant eyes, the realization that none of this world really mattered A cold hand clenches my shoulder. Drags me off to display reality in all its sadness. Written December 17th, 2001 © on Dec 17 2001 02:00 AM PST 17 • 0 • 10
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