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By Stephen Date: 2001 Sep 14 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.14.02.53.25162]] |
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banging locks in dawn and sorrow television asked what is in for tomorrow my life seems far apart from arrowed as these complaints seem selfishly narrow give me a sign you'll qualm my fusion you'll stop my threshold, my bloodied illusion melancholyish bane-foolish, New York's confusion when another bird dies from all the conniption our "vanity fair" lacking luxury and styling when visions are blurred with people dying we huddled our loved ones, to comfort their crying with prayers of hope, to god(s) we're reciting ignorant, blissfulness, addictive, bias shameful, uneventful as expressing my solace everything as hatred, everything inside us "nothing as an innocent?" we ask, shouting our loudest... |