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quarta-feira, maio 05, 2004

Relief of the Day 

They thought they could catch the wind w/ their hands. Put it in a jar and save it for heat exhausted days. They've spent their nights dreaming of the bad news they'd deliver in the morning to come (setting free their own self pity). The wires burn w/ the negativity and the tears they've saved thru the night. They sigh and look abt the room hoping someone would sigh w/ them or at least lick off their misery (if anything it would just add more) and their relief comes from talking abt the weather and the lady walking down the street. 'and I dreamt of such and such, and I believe this is what it means...And oh, I dreamt of that too...' and all they wanna do is go back and bring to life what was dead...They regurgitate their pains and inflict new ones on those who don't even know their eyes. They cling to their drool as their eyes brighten w/ every arrow flung from their tongue.

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