2004-04-30 - 8:28 p.m.

Ineffability lures while the wrechedness bares on in such a galling state/ that I denuded myself with my own teeth until there was blood/ blood that pillared like water down to the depths of my own self pity./ What a state to be in/ while battered and tattered/ with blank hands and a wandering mind/ and no gas to fuel the words that spewed from my mouth./ Until you can come to some clear skies/ and finally/ peak from beneath the cloak/ and breathe air instead of smoke./ Because thats all it is/ is smoke./ And if you wait long enough, it will always clear.

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