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such salacious overtones

a river sending its tears of song to the shore

glitter on holiday from the spotlight

the carnage of memory

no longer so brutally noted anymore

balancing the words of another's might

against the former unpleasantness

that was such a life

an angel am I?

singing in a hallway of hell

for shadowed I would say

hardly

NO, not at all

'tis more apt to say

I am a sculptor chipping away

at an unfinished bust

seeing potential where the eyes of the many

who came before me

could only see a mound of clay

such squabble

so unnecessary

'tis all like beauty

hovering unhinged

in the eye of the

imperfect beholder

Melissa

(Feb 20,2003(1am)