Tuesday, August 16, 2005

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VOID.

It gropes around my skull and brushes the back of my eyes.
The tears quietly drip down my face as it all fades to grey.

White noise engulfs the landscape in a fog. An ember dances in front of two windows relfecting the emptiness inside.

VOID.

The ember dances into the night.

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