Tuesday, November 27, 2007

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The hours wane
And the light dwindles
I lay my eyes upon the sky
To see the moon rise
Is it too early for its light?
But the stars bleed
The darkest shade of blood
You've ever seen
Out on the street
Tires screech
As a sudden stop
Changes lives
The tracks are evident
The echoes of a scream

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word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming