a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

September 26, 2004

All My Dreams To Dust

I grab my face when it begins,
           the shaking,
       And I can't help
          Feeling like I'm caught
      In this loop
   that I have been in
       so
        many
         times
           before
and
   I can't shake it,
      I can't tear this spiral off,
    I can't shake
     this
         coil
  &nbs again
without it
  killing
me
  killing
us
  killing
you
      we


killing
      we.

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