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by adnetjm, 31st October 2001.
This smoky gray day
makes me buy back the
dark echoes of my murky chamber
through the halls of misery caged
in secrecy, threatening to
confuse the mind to feel the
need
for
god
I bought it back today
I own it, and
I am not lending it out,
nor sending it back
I am wading in a pool of pain
and lapping it up one tear drop
at
a
time
I bought my misery back today
I laid it out for All Souls to see this Day
then tied it up in neat little
bundles of rags and hid them neath
my
kitchen
sink.
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