By kevin urenda, kluless70@hotmail.com
Date: 20 January 1999

Not too smart

Sometimes I despair at my own stupidity.
My mind makes 
blunders that my heart cannot 
easily recover from.
It is as if my mind must hold itself
over a flame in order 
to be burned...
Like pulling the wings off of
butterflies, my mind has 
a morbid curiosity and a 
devious way of
trying to feel like
it has control over something
it never will ever grasp - 
The matter of love...

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