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May 24, 2005 12:39

Today's mystery is tomorrow's nightmare.
Can my mind turn off tonight?
My 3 o'clock hour is being replaced.
I used to be alone and soaring.
One sits across from me now.
He cuts me, then wipes me with sweet iodine.
The night ends and I want nothing.
The morning makes me want again.
Parting for sleep is a must,
But I keep reaching out my hand in the dark.
He does not see it. He wasn't intended to.
There are warning signs all around.
I think it's the best to not speak my mind.
Curiosity kills the cat,
And I'm digging my nails into the carpet.
I never wanted perfection.
I want the complications too.
No more ironic endings please.
Past upon completion.
It's here for you to read isn't it?
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