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the voices asked me
if i dared;
my return from hell
was a question
because hell was love
and longing
and my mind-
swallowed
fog and smoke and sea
to fill the void within me
but i shrunk
with every revision
because the thoughts
i chose to keep were ones
that killed me.
-Jason
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rescue me
from the swirling depths
of what i meant (a seashell)
and what they saw (clams)
and what you heard, (dinner)
so I may finally ask you
this overwhelming question.
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Guys, December needs a shot from you two! Do a shot on 'Santa', no please? Would really love to see what you both do with it...or with him? :-P
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