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Monday, August 25, 2008
Five.
Blazing.
Blazing.
It's blazing, blistering.
THE SUN !!!!
Burn me.
Four.
They're us.
We're them.
They're our parents,
but daddy's dead.
Phil.....
Three.
The edge of reality,
turning in on itself;
Revolving as a drill,
with me as the fulcrum.
Two.
Brain floating in liquid goo,
Spinal cord not responding.
One.
Same lock. Same key.
Two different results.
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