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Thursday, September 6, 2007

Cranium

I hear the cries at night,
They keep me awake like a rabid monkey.
I hear the cries at night,
Coming from every direction and being.
I hear them whisper the most horrid lies
But they swear that it’s the truth-
It makes me explode inside
Like the center of the sun.

I hear the cries at night,
And the crickets beg for more,
But I pray they’ll stop
God, why won’t they stop?
They make me itch from the inside out
Like a circle of crows

Prepared for the end.
I hear you calling,
Only on the inside.
Kyle Harbinger
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