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Every Junkie Fears the Miracle

The miracle cure has come. But – What if Jesus himself looked you in the eye? Whether in the beginning, Your own genesis, bathed in sweat Wrapped in heated blankets

Dreams for Christmas

When you sleep without dreaming In the arms of your beloved – Only then with the sun return. Perhaps you will remember me kindly, In my forest of bloody dreams,

Desire

Desire When I was born I was so many baby boys. A foreign Prince The one no one loved A single man’s salvation On my own Desire was sunlight & laughter But storm clouds gather

The Night calls to me

The night calls to me, my tired eyes, aching for sleep, yet the moonlight insists on me keeping it company, the calls for dreaming are dismissed, in return I gaze at the stars,

Simple (I.P.)

To Ali life is simple and he is still young so he has enough hope for him to grow older and learn how life is harder the longer you try, to stay hopeful. For Ali life is chance

A tale of good things gone bad

Is there strength in theory applied in practise? Not wishing to find an Archetype for insanity but A pilot must take flight from somewhere One must be Stoic in such things

Greater Then The Sun

Tears of joy stream down my face as I fall asleep in this wonderful grace you can seperate my heart for you today but steady as the wind Its our tonight.

Hear My Call

Be the first, be the last, be the past or "the more", make me run, make me stride, make me stay right by your side, make you fly, make you feel, make you wish it stayed real, hide your gun, hide your

Loves Humiliation

The summation of my feelings in this isolation of bitter cold games is far worse then the ice of snow that seems to fall all around.

Extract from Pets in a Pickle

Paul Mitchell,a new vet,gets bitten by a hamster on his first day in practice.

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