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Published: 2007-08-28 02:55:29 +0000 UTC; Views: 82; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 3
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One, two, three gentle circles,His face begins to fade.
Under four, five, six flicks
The biased glares cave.
Increased pulse, memories are false;
She's sleeping on the couch,
I'm no longer by myself.
Heavy breath, no fear left
The yelling fades, the pressure swells
The pain is quelled.
An arch and a sigh,
My self-respect withers, dies.