Thursday, November 4, 2004
Abyss
I sit on the edge of an abyss. I sense rather than see your hand Outstretched to bring me to safety. But the gap between me and your hand is too wide and ever widening. Instead of moving closer to your hand, The abyss is moving closer to me. I know that I must reach out and grasp even the tips of...
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once in conversation
once in conversation possibly following sex, intaking ideas and blowing out thoughts in lieu of cigarettes; we formulated plans for our future days imagining we thought together, I was wrong in many ways. but that conversation, definitely after sex, was not communication. it faded into nothing but I...
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