Feb 28, 2004 13:47
the mysterious ghost
that called
my name
startled my
imagination
and left me
feeling
so alone
just like
i felt
the day i died
i did not
expect
to be cut
in half
like you cut
a lemon
before you
squeeze
the sour juices
it is the
stasis of
opinion
that makes me
grovel in
the dirt
the way i
see your face
when you
closed the
door
to you
mind.
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...When Dee, i love how you write!
x&o.
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