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Brilliant

Brilliant isn't it,
This quiet torturing of souls.
And yet in light,
Those souls are filled with holes.
Needing and wanting,
That's all they ever do.
They wait and wait,
Hold their breath until they turn blue.
The clock is going on,
Never never stopping.
Wonder if it's too late,
I wonder who's crying.

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Written December 20th, 2004

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  • darc tears
    December 20, 2004
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    Oooo. Chilling. Torture. Very nice. The ending really sets the poem off. I like the sence of wonder you have incorperated into this poem.
    Edited on Dec 20, 11:32 p.m. because 'i cant spell'.