Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Haloed Words

There's so much
“Something for nothing”
With you.

Those sharpened words
That haunt the prism of my third eye,
Or, sixth sense, or whatever
You care to call it,
I've felt your repercussion.

You don't know how hard I've felt them.

July 19, 2005

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Haloed Words

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