Hot and fiery river wanting to break free.
Sighs of hope muffled in its furnace.
Taking different courses,
Arising from a lone source.
Burning the path that crosses its way.
Traces of scars
That echoes the pulsing in my blood.
And so they gushed forth
When the dam of control broke loss.
An uncontrollable surge of welled-up emotion
Rushing through the final border of sorrow.
-----August 2, 1998, Sunday @ 12NN----
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