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"Come" he said in his clumsy voice

Tasting the drama of his life

Felt like a dream I had

Played in my head so many

Times and it was hard

To live right now so I

Tried to follow him into his world

Sweeping colors jump to life

Bitter thoughts emerge

Flowing and if it wasn't

The whole damn world's been

Wrong all this time as

he begged me in to relieve

his torture

Lying down in peaceful sleep no more

Midnight to dawn and

Having this fire consume

As one more time he says

"Mommy, help me"

2/20/02