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[23 Jul 2003|04:33pm] |
Blood on the keyboard.
the writer's (?) testimony.
My blood on the keyboard
painting it red
living red
the life from my veins fleeing
flowing into the words
the words
my words
are dead
black letters forming
from my warm red blood
they are so cold
empty
there's no art
just the words
my words
good for nothing words
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[23 Jul 2003|07:04pm] |
writers block. cant write at all. frustrates me.
beating my keyboard up. cutting my hand with it
never thought
my skin
was so
thin.
not seeing the colours.
where is the music?
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