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Pervasive Dilemmas

He kills me, but I love it.
As my heart crashes to the floor,
I try in vain to rise above it–
the watcher comes, breaks down the door,
and tells us to keep living;
takes the smoking trolley into town.
Before my chance to be forgiving,
the tempest slashed away my frown
and suddenly the world went black…

Then suddenly the world went white,
and whispered screams caressed the night.
Posted 12/09/10
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