2003-10-21 - 12:30 p.m.
I don't mean no harm when I say even bees don't swarm that way your mind attacks the very thing that gives you power to fly and sting you curse and wail at pending doom your hearse curtails the mending room driving torturously through time sending shivers down the spine of bystanders along the way who have the words you need to say and haven't lost their feeling yet but there upon your table set intolerable heirlooms, memories, childhood trauma-trocities, and fiercely guarded deadness there outside the graveyard of your care the broke-down banquet of despair none can know the pain you bare though telltale signs are everywhere but there's a love for you, I swear there is mercy here to spare
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