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By Kaylee Wilson Submitted by imaswimrok Date: 2004 Apr 18 Comment on this Work [[2004.04.18.17.38.15866]] |
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The air is frigid outside the covers The screeching rings in my ear It ravages my brain Bring tears to my eyes I scorch the screeching with my hand And recover the warmth of paradise I can escape the world here in the bliss of my avalon |