gone :: prev :: next :: why am i crying again here surrounded by tires with this magazine in my hands anguish being ripped in two flesh and bone shreding lacerated soul the storm raged the winds pounded against my soul the waves crashed and swirled and obliterated the landscape the intricate designs i made in the sand are gone little pieces of broken shells have come and torn it all away everything is gone the only thing left is my faith i can't lose that too if i do i'll disappear like a puff of smoke © 2001 (11 august) john r. chase
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