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The poem on this page is from a computer text file I kept on my handmade 80486.
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I fear the words I claim are my cure
I fear they will say something of her
A past that is my present, will never go away
A feeling that crept inside of me, is here so long--to stay
Is this pain or pleasure
I can no longer grasp or measure
The feelings light my brittle body like a fire from within
This contorting pleasurable pain rips off my outer skin
As I am cleaned, I feel dirty, and oh so incomplete
My insides are laid bare by this inner heat
Tell me when will this ever end?
will I forever brake, but never bend?