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Collapsing walls on distant memories

Pain grips tight at the beats between the front and the back and dead left of centre as the mental images what fade call up the fear. Fear is enough to drive and yet leaves roads wet with visions blurry and scatter shot as the mind races frantically for the door handle. Fingertips are lost as the far sight of never ending knows again how to clear out the rough and smooth the waters of the storm. Up and down this elevator ride which makes for a swinging departure from the basement. Too much to bear at times, looking for release.

Soon Van - Monday, April 23, 2007 - 18:04

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