November 23, 2011
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Your faces
They blur into
A mass of
Sound and color,
A melting pot of
And of pain.
Sometimes I
Glimpse a distinct face
Between my tears
But only
Only for a moment, then it's
Then it's gone
Slunk back into
The wild, painful lump
Of faces
That is gouging
Into my chest.

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