i hear shadows in our voices
smashing actions into pieces
rubbing dirt in the wounds
thrusting the knife
twisting
digging deeper
bleeding out on the ground
flatlining
fighting separation
with all that i am
with all i have left to give
bright light explosions
eternity glares and shuts its eyes
end game 4/18/12
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