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Jan 07, 2005 21:36

I can not sleep, I can not sleep,
until a victim is resigned.
A shadow holds me in hs keep,
and seeks the bones that he must find.
And hovelled in a shroudy heap,
dead eyes see and dead eyes weep.

Dead men from the coffin creep.
Nghtmare of a murder in the mind

- Allen Ginsburg the Voice of Rock
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