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By Stephen Date: 2002 Sep 04 Comment on this Work [[2002.09.04.05.32.29132]] |
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I've been functioning Alive: Sick in the months survived without thought to you breathed. Normal again, lapsing the pain; like dripping tar, it never can fade. I still wrought rise: Thinking the wise. until cliff dream had me falling like soaked birds scraping the ground. Wet feathers dragging my sky down in sore pointless escalade; a rebelliously poor and soggy mesh! Also with full imagery in series, visiting vacantly in broken story: An anvil-crushed heart of glory, cliff dream reminds the way you look; sometimes feel in the gobbling cold. Though you're not alone there freezing, and I cripple with no sense of belonging. I've been fucking A-L-I-V-E! Free from the earthly bind. Until bad weather brought cliff dream and I woke mid-dream, wet on the brisk of mourning. |