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Mar 14, 2011 03:03

You hope that they'd show some kind of professional civility. That gold is yours. You earned it, and you deserve it.

How many typings will they ignore?

REMEMBER:

NO ONE EVER GAVE ANYTHING TO YOU.

You had FOUGHT FOR and DEMANDED it.

YOU MAKE IT SO.

Poet looks at all the vials he has collecting the halogen bulb sap from the sky. He takes careful measurements. Someday there will be enough to build a messiah ring around his heart.

For now, it aches. It swoons.It moans for all of the ages.

Quietly, falling into his soft bed to die a little, Poet dreams that he can bleed for us all.
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