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" I don't know you, don't want to know anything about you. "
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In morning light
just as the sun peeks
over the horizen.
East of west not sure.
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Chemicals circulate from stars
through my head.
colors match -- the blinking stars
lift my minds eye out up from this body
sitting there in hard rose chair carved
in faces ... eyes that follow
mouths of shadow speaking in whispers
rose wood lips move softly,
hardly I hear warnings yelled.
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Little voices no one hears except me
babble so much
I scream
just to drown them out
briefly they quiet
until again I remember
they're still in my head.
By: David E. Howerton
©[08/15/1990]
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