Gone
May 25th, 2001.
Crystalline rocks,
Kept on dresser.
Fluid in a tiny wok,
Removes all the stressors.
May 27th, 2001.
On windows they knock,
On display, prone on plush carpet.
Body pulses with shock,
With white chalk,
On the floor,
They mark it.
He pushed the needle deeper,
He cut his strings.
In the end...
Everyone else screamed.
04/08/13
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