By jill (jills@wam.umd.edu)
Date: 12 June 1999

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if i could just once
give myself the strength to push you out of my mind forever, 
would i?
i hold on, teary eyed, to something we once had.
something abusive
and scary
and real, more real than anything i had ever lived. 
between you and i 
lies lust and age and growth and yet no room for any of it.
we have choked ourselves to death.
limp in each other's steely gaze but i am only fighting myself here.