By hermit (hermit69@anti-social.com)
Date: 4 July 2000

Crawlspace

Too often and too soon
The part of my soul
The place where the past hides
Cramped, tight and breathless..

            but hidden, protected and..
                  
                 ..satisfied..

Moldy and rotted to me
Choking what i layer-deny
But clarity to her
With a satisying soul-rendering gaze
She knows me...accepts me...
For my faults and for it all..

And for this..

I married her........
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