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At night I stand under streams Falling endless, upon the back of my neck the top of my head as I try to wash myself away. Lost in the constant noise I pray only to leave the world behind as they have left me. Water enshrouds my head and even the noise is lost as reality slips away for a heartbeat all is still and I sleep. After finished, I turn cut off the noise and begin living. Written February 20th, 2002 © on Mar 15 2002 01:22 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1