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a thousand sad pictures languidly pass by
visions of weakness flood like honey (hell)
death shadows the music of raw love
enormous drops of red rain lather like diamonds
causing a symphony of dark, dreamy worship
friends lie motionless on the road
language is dead but time still exists
and cries of pain are crushed for eternity
-4/30/98
The Tormented Cantaloupe Copyright © 1996-2004
Jennifer Haynes