By Stephen
Date: 5 February 2001

2, 4, 6, 8

prolonged pathetic poetic entropy caught me off guard
Two Lines. Lies. Ago.
visionaries and dominatrices gave up on her bedpost
Four Wails. Wishes. Away.
falling from the petty petestal she created for me
Six Months. Miles. Before.
sighing with relief and shrugging off another day...
Eight. Six. Four. Two, More.

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