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A Child at Heart
brittle bones and reality
How am I to regain
memories of hate
Don't suck my life dry
bring these changes to a soul
The same killing things....the same routine...
of indifference
Death is now
what can one do
"I'd like a new heart, a new set of eyes and a new smile, please"
Things are so crystal clear
and nobody is there

Written May 17, 2002, 12:10 pm
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