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Nov 2013
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                                                        I
                                                Want to
                                                Push you
                                                To the brink
                                               Of existence.




                                                     I
                                                 Want
                                                To supersede
                                               Your subconscious.


                                                        I
                                                    Want
                                                       To
                                                    Remember
                                                    The slight
                                                    Warmth (touch)
                                                    Of your heavy
                                                        Head
                                                           As
                                                           It
                                                            Came
                                                            

C
R
U
M
B
L
I
N
G
  
D
O
W
N



                                                        With
                                                         Fear
                                                          (And)
                                                        Resenment.

                            



                                                 You were above
                                                   Natures natural
                                                    Order (f
                                                                A
                                                                T
                                                                E)
                                                    Some would say.



                                                     Perhaps these imeanable
                                                                 "They"
                                                         Spoke not only
                                                            A truth a day
                                                                   But
                                                                 Spoke
                                                                In broken
                                                                     Tongues.
      
                                                
                                                     The undeniable lies
                                                             Maybe easily
                                                                 Forgotten..
                                                           But the forgotten
                                                            &nbs
BriarRose
Written by
BriarRose  Bellingham, WA
(Bellingham, WA)   
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