in dimmed <br />consciousness <br />blurred thoughts <br />and <br />darkened lights <br />there <br />is nothing <br />but <br />the sound of her <br />voice <br />and warm hands <br />to bind me <br />to this <br />flickering world.<br /><br />Perfection Is Flawed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-the-stage/
