evelation
     
    
   
   
    
     
      1€
      mist
      came
      slowly,
     
    

    
     
      awing
      us
      in
      and
      apart.
     
    

    
     
      1¢
      rain
      drills
      my
      shirtless
      back.
     
    

    
     
      durs
      of
      though
      -
      inspired
      searching
     
     
      ve
      led
      me
      to
      see
      clearly
     
    

    
     
      lat
      must
      be
      done.
     
    

    
     
      ep
      tcesly,
      youcut
      through
      the
      mist
     
     
      elding
      my
      aching
      back
     
    

    
     
      m
      the
      unceasing
      rain.
     
    

    
     
      ur
      warmth
      dries
      the
      steady
      flow
      of
      tears
     
     
      mmy
      salty
      cheeks,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Ok
      up
      and
      you
      smile.
     
    

    
     
      rain
      suddenly
      forgotten,
     
    

    
     
      0,
      step
      off
      the
      edge.
     
    

    
     
      sing
      to
      look
      up
      and
      return
      your
      smile,
     
     
      ow
      that
      have
      decided
      correctly,
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      As
      THe
      days
      fly
      by,
     
    

    
     
      Your
      arms
      wrap
     
    

    
     
      like
      a
      noose
      around
      my
      neck.
     
     
      So
      soft
      and
      perfect
     
    

    
     
      that
      it
      comforts
      as
      it
      tightens.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      A.bruptly,
      the
      luxuriousness
     
     
      of
      your
      noose
      is
      gone
     
    

    
     
      And
      I
      fali
      to
      the
      ground,
     
     
      Free?
     
    
   
   
    
     
      By
      allowing
      me
      to
      leave,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Maroy
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Constrain
     
    
   
   
    
     
      you
      have
      latched
      the
      door
      to
      my
      cell,
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Tim
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      7T
     
    
   
   
    
     
      PEI
      X-P
      RESS
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ~~
      November
      21,
      1991
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ee
      ee
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
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