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           We never mention you,
           my friend
           and I
           will never call your name.

           You're of no color,
           nor light;
           you're a
           painful waste of energy.

           Your sound's a hollow,
           unwanted,
           terrifying,
           misplaced moaning;

           circling around
           and if I
           lose control:
           it takes over.

           My twisted body
           weeps, whispers
           wishes and words,
           for a healing back ~
           again.


2-2-2014