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By Jon Date: 2002 Jul 09 Comment on this Work [[2002.07.09.01.20.15789]] |
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i feel as if every poem i write will be my last. im a bush in a desert waiting for the spring rain to arrive and relieve my thirst so i can blossom again. but before the words dry out and i slip into a drought i want it to be known that i love you, i really do, and i still think of you when it rains. |