April 1998 / Volume One / Isuue Two
Mark Fletcher
Dreams of Hope

And I thought all my time was through
These days and hours progress, I just can't
                       slow down
And in your words just like a child
Intuition sought for istitution.

All those people you once loved,
are now fractured damaged goods
My fire has now become unextinguishable
The words I speak are unintelligible

Watch as the narrow mind keeps getting narrower
I can never expand just shrinking into nothingness.
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