Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Closed Casket
Civil hostility wraps around, the face contorted, guarded What is “said” and what is “read” are like Black and White for the intuitive eye Cutting with the sharpness of a knife through the yearning heart, hope departs Yearning Yearning to believe this 50 th time around, but the broken is broken...
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