Mergings
By ecologist
Days...words...thoughts merging silently effortlessly -- into one another...heartbeats resounding, blurring tears without origin endlessly falling down ax the pages of a life without form, shape... hands reach out grasping the silence, the moment of truth finding... the rusted edge of a damoclean sword...cutting into flesh, into screams -- the sound merging in my head Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 10:22 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Days...words...thoughts..."