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Posted by Chelle on February 15, 1999 at 19:23:10:

Such a bright promise of peace
There’s a doorway to other places, but you have to open it yourself
Open it IN yourself

See how it sparkles
Death’s sweet smile sucks the joy from the bathroom light
Put a towel down; tile stains

Clouds rising fast now
Look closely and you might see what passed you by
Game’s over, please try again

Lie down and rest awhile
In this porcelain rehearsal for the silence we all seek
No, it needs to be hotter

Hair floating like seaweed
Look at your skin one last time before pale is interrupted
Perfection’s one hell of a joke


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