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making sleep

while

waking from love

emotional dyslexia

thorn in the eye

grizzly barbaric hug

dilemma of the vanquished

a cry that will not allow tears

their clearest, silent expression

a murderer's victory

sweet, hot blood still on his hands

widened though still weary

parading out

trick or treat rosy red appled fear

old street lights

compliment to companion

modern streets

mean never fit so well

as your lashing tongue

did

across my unprepared shock

you butchered up my page children

and was surprised when at your work

I wasn't able to grin

how could I?

such unrecognizable pale, bloodless corpses

I skulked around under your nagging doubts

less than half of me

for nearly 24 hours after that

then a fledgling self confidence

I never even knew I had before

helped me to snap out of it

though I am certain

I learned something that day

still, I never looked back

but rather moved on

by using such grimacing blow

as a spring board to my peak

into grand

'Wiser For My Weathered Wounds'..........

(Feb. 14, 2000 11am)