Ear splitting, nails down a chalkboard
Living smokeless with no expectation
Screaming into black holes
In palpable misery
Lying face down in room spinning ache
Pick up, check, place down gently
The same routine, the same agony
I am the principal of this sickness, the pioneer
Tuesday, 19 August 2008
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