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    19 Nov 2002

    it was a hand-me-down visage
    this one so knowing yet so lost
    in this hand-me-down religion
    burying the truth in frost

    it was like a morning sunrise
    where the colors aren't quite real
    in the wake of never knowing
    when you hurt yourself to feel

    all ripped to shreds and pieces
    and bare in the beams of light
    complete and lost in the same moment
    knowning control exists

    and the answers that you needed
    were just inch or two away
    and you know that you could reach them
    if you only had a way