Outlines:: I see nothing but your eyes, haunting me A dim shadow of your smile, tempting me I hear your voice, from miles away... Can hardly stand the thick air It clings about me, threatening To close my throat, stop my blood Constrict me 'til I'm nothing. Nothing but a thought, a slowly melting idea Idea that cannot be broken It lingers on, glowing like radioactive waste Can't get rid of it. -Kimberly N. Hunt (c)1998, 1999 written spring 1994
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