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Apr 2010
I burnt my hands
Sliding down a rope
Time slowed
I glanced at the ceiling
As it diminished
I prayed to God
I broke from form
I wanted more
Like a *****

Lost in a pathetic attempt
Not like I had dreamt
Swallowing a gun
To my last setting sun
Music in the air
Coming down the stairs
No one left down there
Though no one really cared
Derek Dale Frazier
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