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naked desperation glares behind eyes that lie so irrationally quiet.                   Come seeking an unbearable emotion                 harboring in a self piteous fear::        Give away the throne,        for all our laughter is gone.        Horrified that change explodes, destroying a carefully constructed mold so delicate, one breath collapsed--                   Take the desire to heal        And Breathe warmth into this glass. Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 02:32 PM PST   0 • 18 • 1