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My blood boils as though the Devil layed is firey hand upon me.
Anger swells as my nature changes.
My joints harden and I lose control.
Then comes the cold as God yawns and a swell of air falls upon me.
I shrivel and shriek as my skin crinkles up.
Goosebumps form as I grow tired.
The cold I can not bare, The fire I do not dare.
I close my eyes in hope they compromise, but know I choose neither.

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lindsay   lindsay wrote
on 4/27/2008 10:46:24 PM
Great metaphors, fabulous imagery!

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