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Wednesday, April 23, 2008


Revision 1
Nicotine stained hands
reach through an internal haze

to touch a woman's
golden hair, spread like

a forgotten angels halo.
His fists remembering a night

of conquest as reluctant eyes open,
to gaze upon a lifeless form,

purpled and grey skin
confirming feared memories.

Nicotine stained hands
reach through a drunken haze to
touch his womans hair,

But his hands slice through
dust and his fists remember
a night of conquest,

Memories confirmed
by his womans purple skin
and her grey, still chest.

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