With no recollection of the dying tongues, they stood waiting in the rain.
"I have come undone."
The tower led up to the ivory sky.
These robotic fingers are spastic energy.
Holy Ghost, I beg of thee: do not consume what's left of me.
(Sacrament is sacrosanct, just as suicide is paramount.)
November 14, 2009
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