By kevin urenda
Date: 18 September 2000
shell
what is in this shell of a heart?
love is so often a shell game anyway
and all the shells are empty
but then even emptiness occupies
its own space and bides
its own time
in quiet expectation that
this fog of lonely will be
burned off by the morning sun
of someone out there
who loves us in spite of how
we see ourselves
09.18.00
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