Saturday, December 25, 2010

LAst Post for the year

In your anger do not sin. These are the words that are repeating over and over like a worn out recording. it's the voice of my conscience.

Heart is burning.

Nerves are tense.

Smells like ammonia in my nostrils.

And bitter syrup in my throat.

No air in some of my alveolus, chest compressed.

Suppressing the bitterness.

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