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| 015:burnsonmyshoulder (c) Lynneigh Noelle M. 2002 Burns on my shoulder Appearances arn't everything Amd as I rest it gets colder Was it really death I felt? But it doesn't matter... The burns are in my mind The wound is in my heart But the fever overtakes my breath I lie choking on sweat +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ In a heated moment I scream out into the night my mind exploding with sensations between pain and pleasure and it's there I find you. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Sloppy piles of disks scatter across my desk Can I ever find solace in this place? Piles of work, hardships not yet discovered They haunt the inner corners of my mind And my house, my room- they're not my own I wish sometimes to run away Into death's day But the night is where I must now live My eyes are weary. |