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the clock stopped some time ago, apparently attwo twenty a.m. and i'm still here, staring at the ceiling. knowing that where you are is not here..

Deathly silence settles over me, a cumbersome fog obscuring all else; a thief in the early morning light stealing away every ray of hope my sickly..

an old memory...kind of a prequell to "out in the snow"

old memory

different kind of write for me; it rhymes... weird!

I saw the tears in your eyes when you thought she was leaving and I knew. I heard the angry words you used toconcealed the fear of loosing...her..

hidden amoungst the leave strewn ground somewhere lies, not a gravestone of blackest granite upon whichan angle does perch, keeping watch over the..

how strange, the warmth of it running out over your owncold skin. how strange to be witness to the life draining out of you, running away, esca..

Caution: this is not what you think it might be. For mature audiences only!

any suggestions for a title.....