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Author: * Odd Cumhaill -
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Date: Aug 1, 2002 - 01:31
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Cool and dark and quiet tonight.
Water running from her body in the rain,
Drops like little diamonds in the light
Of some car driving past a quiet lane.
Hot memories of a man,
Scarlet flashes of terror,
Of the blood in her eyes, blurring.
Fists beating, again and again.
She lies in the rain after the storm
Slowly breathing, broken.
Watching diamonds and garnets,
Little stars of night.
Copyright ©2002 Odd Cumhaill
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