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by Gary Jurechka Jan 7, 2006 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Sitting on the floor humid air lazy and still a flash of tension rips through my open window sirens blare, wail, fade, passing rush of noise forgot as someone's memories burn(April 26th, 1994, 5:02 p.m.)April 26, 1994, 5:02 p.m.
by RainbowSlider
Awesome, dude.