| Heroin Piercing my skin, just one pore the icy liquid drops trickle in. The highest screeching notes on an electric guitar, sliding, divide my brain in half. Faster & faster, less of an edge, then there's only a rumble like a not-quite-dormant volcano. Slowly, sharpness withraws through it's wound... PamFriedEhli/1989 Per comments read in an interview by Bono. |
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