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VIOLENCE (Wednesday, May 14, 1997, 2:13 a.m.) Violence, It sticks like sweat between my fingers. Silence Sighs like a shrieking wind through my brain; Cowardice Envelops my action and hides its true nature. Silence Is the way that I am, and what I'll always be. Deviance, What a course to think on, to tease, to ignore. Violence, As innocent as it can be, as careless, as shameful; Ambivilance Shines through my love, as inescapable as grief. Faithfulness, Always attainable, but neglected and restless. Happiness Teases like the rain: It comes in drops, tiny bits of joy; it rarely downpours. |