REALITY:DEAD WOMAN TALKING

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    REALITY:DEAD WOMAN TALKING

    BABY I'M RIGHT HERE,STANDING BESIDE YOU.
    CAN'T YOU FEEL ME BREATHING,DON'T YOU FEEL MY TOUCH?
    WHY WON'T YOU LOOK AT ME?WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME?
    WHY WON'T YOU HOLD MY HAND?
    I SPEAK TO YOU BUT YOU NEVER TALK BACK.
    IT'S LIKE I'M QUARANTEED.
    I LAY DOWN BESIDES YOU YET YOU ACT LIKE I'M NOT HERE.
    YOU PRANCE AROUND THE HOUSE LIKE YOU LIVE ALONE.
    GET MAD,SCREAM,THROW SOMETHING.
    I FEEL THIS WARM SENSATION FLOWING FROM THE TOP OF
    MY HEAD.
    I TOUCH IT AND AS I LOOK I REALIZE IT'S BLOOD.
    HMMMM MUST'VE BANGED MY HEAD INTO SOMETHING.
    BABY WHY IS THAT THING,THAT GUN DONING IN YOUR HANDS?
    WHY IS IT SMOKING?
    OH SHIT YOU CAUGHT ME OFF POINT.
    NOW IT ALL MAKES SENSE,I'M DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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    !!!!!
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