Sep 30, 2003 02:24
creating through my spoken word,
laying the dead out.
spots dwelling.
leaving my holes open.
filled from only your broken poems and letters I thought I burned.
thanks for the memories and the nothings we shared.
dreams to keep me going.
actions that kept me dying.
I preserve my only vision of you.....in such a small box.
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