tdoc210

i sit here in my recluse
the snow falls in my eye
i dream for a time long used
Is it real, im not here.
Snow covered trails, in immaccluate glory
darkness and isolation
the fires fury
crisp sparks of tender dances
it could have been real
i do not know, but i feel.

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We went back there and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember... I... I... I cried. I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out. I didn't know what I wanted to do. And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it. I never want to forget. And then I realized... like I was shot... like I was shot with a diamond... a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought: My God... the genius of that.