CERCKL
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Hey, I used to be good at the depressing poetry thing too...for your general amusement, written 09/12/1986...damn, I was a bad poet <g> BURN CIGARETTES BURN MY EMPTY THROAT SKIN DRY EYES OPAQUE I THINK I AM DYING FEAR YOU LIE IN BED ASLEEP DREAMS OF YOUR LOVER THERE ARE NO ANSWERS NO LIFE IN HERE I LOOK OUTWARDS BUT CAN'T SEE IN I TOUCH GOD AND HE BURNS I CRY AND TURN AWAY IN YOUR SLEEP YOU START AND REACH FOR HIM I GET OUT OF THE CHAIR ICED WINDOW WALK TO THE BATHROOM NO WAY OUT IN FOR GOOD I PUT OUT MY CIGARETTE WATCH MY WRISTS BLEED TO THE FLOOR I LOVE YOU. Yes, I wrote all in caps then...damn, I'm glad I'm no longer twenty...<smile> C
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AND I AM TOO AN ASSHOLE, I HAVE REFERENCES!!! "Please, please, please believe me, I really am an asshole. All that Enlightenment and Higher Learning shit was all a ruse."
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