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Date Posted: 09:19:38 06/18/01 Mon
Author: P-rock
Subject: Unpublished

Awoke in the middle of the night to pay homage to the ghosts of loneliness I used to be so friendly with.
Sat up and lit a candle then fingered a dusty notebook of memories that I called, "The Tomb."
I always thought it would be sacrilege to add words to a notebook that was finished.
I thought that the pages that lay white, were a symbol of days of nothing.
But last night I needed to rejoin myself there for a minute.
To find myself on a page, where I still existed as a madman and lend some clear thinking.
Like a time-machine of my own design, I can go back and find myself in despair
And try to comfort the heart that aches like crushed fingers; disfigured.

The candle light jumps and flickers in the wake of oscillating relief from heat.
So nice to awake while my lover sleeps and me to stow away into thought...undetected.
Roaming a life that is unknown to her, inside my mind speaking to others and to myself as if I'm in another place altogether.
Gone from breathing and from sound,
Alive in a notebook that hides away in a box that was supposed to be burned a hundred times but whose pages remain whole and defy their fate in ashes.
I'm still in love with the words.

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