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i'm as blank tonight as a sheet of paper and i've been waiting for the ink to fall on me and pour out a few bones. i'm as lost as a ship at sea in a storm so dark it eclipses night and bends the flesh to knee. i'm as sick as a cancer eaten up with regret so deep i cannot see the bottom. i'm as bitter as wormwood green as a leaf in a pool of disbelief © 2002, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |