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Spring Quarter 2006 The blow hits me like a semi.
It sears and stings my face.
I grip the tears inside my eyes.
With a rage that could ignite this place.
It sears and stings my face.
The flesh turns black and blue.
With a rage that could ignite this place.
I throw one back at you.
The flesh turns black and blue.
Do you know what it is you did?
I throw one back at you.
But this time its just the wind.
Do you know what it is you did?
I grip the tears inside my eyes.
And this time its just the wind.
But the blow hits me like a semi.
~*~ Jill ~*~
