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By Ali Date: 2007 Aug 27 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.27.13.12.29303]] |
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Yes, it's me, I'm the one-- only, I'm not. The situation is just too familiar, a parallel smile and a pale reflection: thunder in the distance, with no threat of rain. Yes, perhaps, I seem like all those angry words that people throw around-- I wear red lipstick, grin as if it doesn't matter, and yes, okay, I own a pair of lace-up leather pants, but usually, everyone overlooks something, a simple, undisguised fact: my heart does the Cha-Cha on my sleeve, and most don't even bother to look. Yes, I know-- I'm inherently flawed (but rebelliously sweet)-- the kind of contradicting depth usually found in the pages of a novel, or some flickering movie screen-- but I'm more flesh and blood than most. Yes, I-- well, I'm not exactly sorry, but I'm more than just a lover, and I'm more than just his ghost. |