words from the darkthere are only shades of black / and not a hint of grey / a big velvet wave of it / crashing right above my head
Cut Glass and WhineI have been cut, / My glass has been cut, / I am half-cut.
Child of SorrowA life not wanted / A life not chosen
Forget meAs the fog devours, / and I leave your sight. / My memory no longer swims / amongst your thoughts. / —25 March 2003
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