maraga
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an endless fight
like daggers it pierces me
with every move and breath
waiting to take hold of me
it's icy fingers sharp
impaling each nerve
gasping it clutches me
scrabbling at my flesh
screaming it's triumph
at each unchecked moan
and unwilling tear
fingers tight in defiance
shuddering in it's shadows
wrenching will's last shade
to beat it back and from me
and stand tonight again
Last edited by maraga, 10/24/2004, 10:23 pm
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10/24/2004, 10:22 pm
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