The Weigh of the Warren.

January 21, 2010
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Changing time,
diversifying plagues,
intensifying clever Malice,

I drink my orange juice,
and watch life dissolve into the acid of sunshine,

recognizing the shapes taking form,
listening to the sounds resonate,
bleeding on the shattered glass.

Draw me a picture.
Play for me a song.
Bandage my wounds.

Give me all that you have,
so I can continue taking everything there is,
with a constant craving for more..

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