Feel the sting of your words, slicing open old sores
With the flick of your blade,
I'm Exposed.
Run for cover and slam the doors - seal the cracks.
Can't hide the pain from my eyes, nor yours.
You see me.
You know.
I know you know.
But we must never speak of it.
Wu-Li Dancer
On a journey, half way there, searching for the middle way, lost in space and time.
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Friday, September 24, 2004

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