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dirt rises to greet me

sweeping disbelief out into

the center of contemplation

here in the after glow

my icy heart breaks

shunned are even my

smallest dreams

from this place

hell eats hearts

like mine

for lunch

every chance it gets

so note

I'll not grow mine back

again tomorrow

so this time

hell will have to starve for me

for once

and not make it the other way around.........

(Jan. 6, 2000)