Monday, October 8, 2007

(simple stanza)
Did that knife hurt you? (It didn't show.)
You cried from that pain? (I didn't know.)
This is inexcusable. (Why don't I just go?)
You hate me? You detest me?
..
You forgive me?  (I love you, also.)
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Trees, flowers, human beings.
A little harsh contact but they fit just fine.
(incomplete)
_
Outside is where you are.
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A stutter, a sigh.
Maybe you're right.

sidenote:
  -      -     /     -     -   /        -     -     /        -       -     /
Did you happen to know of what happened to them?

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