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lifeless, severed hand cannot grasp the hope it once could find in
completeness with the body in the knowledge of a need cannot enjoy
simply living without a deeper drive

i feel like a mirror would be a great place to hide

i ache
i feel
i alone

Posted on Friday, September 27th, 1996 at 5:13 pm in you can't go home | rss feed for comments| Leave a response, or trackback