By slippery when wet
Date: 28 December 2000
Plaster of Paris
Beautiful dreamer,
running away,
gone so long,
not home today.
Tired of pretending,
tired of abuse,
tired of hiding,
from whatever the truth.
Running forever,
tired of this play,
love’s plaster of paris,
is chipping away.
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