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  • R J Puffin
    22 Apr 2004

    Names are
    meaningless to
    me the stuffed red thing
    in front of me.
    18 hours without food without water
    with only the pulsing
    pounding thmuping
    from temples and the cavern inside.
    Ink stained hands and dirty finger nails
    are my last hope
    my door, my window
    out and away.
    I don't care if you don't care or
    if you do
    don't tell me
    You're not the one who matters.
    Burnt it down, Remade it in my own image.