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Post by tea-boy. on Thu 27 Aug 2009, 11:09 am

There's two steps to the danger zone.
A small inch to spark a burning road.
So close to the abyss of ashy days,
Stumble through the frame of a tiny phrase,
Breath caught and left to collect.
Infinite and minuscule;
The spaces between blurred images and eyes,
Forever a feather on cool tile floors.
I woke you up in scratchy sheets,
To a pulse that had long since lost itís beat.

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