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Jaw clenches

warning sign
Vision blacks out

don’t see a damn thing
Fists tighten

nails bite into my palms
Hot tears stream down

unnoticed
Pulse races

lose control, break free
Voice rises

shatters the silence, violent words
What’s at hand goes flying

the resounding hit satiates
Can’t sit still

the smallest signs,

and it’s all
still inside.




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Nov. 8, 2010 at 3:35 pm:
wow man, I really think this would be a good song. I like it.
 
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