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lundi, décembre 29, 2008

An old friend
It was as if I was alive again,
with a sudden hot rush of blood moving
through my veins,
up my spine,
around my neck,
in my heart.
The Heart pumping so hard, so strong like never before;
like it's renewed, as good as before -
no, better.
I could hear the Heart, feel it struggling out of what it has becomed,
so satisfied, trying to sustain its new form.
And as I type, the Hands couldnt help
but shake in cold once more,
afraid of the same old monster
that stayed so long,
in the heart,
now tamed.
It was as if
I was raging fire within,
but cold as ice outside.
Welcome back, old friend.


2:00 AM