November 3, 2008
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Rushing in
Inhale quick
Running fast
Feeling sick
Rushing feel
In your heart
Knowing nothing
All or none
Rush of pain
Stop, breathe
Pause all
Find your footing
Confused thoughts
Mixed around
Rushing, Running
Without sound
Quiet still
Wonder, Thought
Building higher
Never stop
Running forever
Feeling high
Lost, falling die
And the rush
Goes as it came
Painful, Painless
Need this pain...

And the rush is so divine...

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