No More
What would the world be without pain?
Rules of anarchy level
The holes drowned in sorrow
To ease away
A picture perfect bind, blank paper
A spiral of feelings
Snaked skin fabric
A different color ground
Pen busted image
Space figure night
Squeaking wheels of horror
Bones bolted to chalk
Heart pumping vein
Fail to inherit
Crowded boxes of voice
Blank screen presentation
Outside the line color
Squared walking floor
Chipping of such
Folded paper mache
Sticker words of imagination
Dark in the fake
Written November 16, 2004
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