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And in the night when pierced again by jagged shadows and cacophonous dreams, when pierced by the edge of a child's scream, Through the bloody shards of shame and rage When cursed memory again summons the bruising touch of those enemy hands... and all gentleness shrivels away Ravaged within my heart's burning brand. It is to that blade I pray: Take this bleeding heart Away. September 18,1998 by Raistlin |