Monday, November 05, 2001
the silence of a speechless tongue as thoughts and contemplations swirl in the storm of my mind's eye. in the shadow of a bowed head I measure my own losses, grasping them tight in the fist of my heart. the distant gaze of tearless eyes watch the ground strung with words slain by a moment's sanctity. mute, broken, and filled with sorrow where is the peace to mourn the cruelty of time? |
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in?scrip?tion (n-skrip-shun)n.
the facts.
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