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By kluless Date: 2004 Dec 07 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.07.11.37.12595]] |
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weaving a helix of despair I descend the spiral staircase to a hell that weighs on my own mind like a sponge soaked in sour wine hoisted to me on my own petard at the hour of my own undoing my moment of doubt and fear when the old voices in my head nailed me to a tree of unholy darkness where I hung like withered fruit in a future without you |