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Post by adml13v on Oct 17, 2005 19:34:07 GMT -5
When We're Angry
Heavy chest breathing heavy, Throwing anger with every rise. Distant eyes and a persistant stare. Adrenaline fists clenched, Wanting to unleash vicious attack.
A young morning brings Storm of Heracles. Belittling force reduces ego Slowing the pounding heart. Cold, constant, silver shower Coloring the sky with dreary infinity. The flooded motionless body Gives only small quick shivers for warmth. Skin covered cold bumps Reminds man how greatly nothing he is.
Brandon Michael Sheetz
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