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A quiet room in front

a peaceful valley for my dreams

where my breath once blew

streams of fevered tears against

walls of memories...becoming almost


barefoot I speak through


how many are around me?

I see so many faces

eyes watching me

with cold stare

hands that grap for

my tongue to

cut it out...

never speak again...

blood flood

grows wider and wider


this place is no more

than a hole within' I live...