By the shark
Date: 13 February 2001
You Know Who You Are...
Your poetry makes me think
that you're the first
to understand,
the first
to make this sea-sick shark
see land...
It's not my fault
that I was born bad.
Dig deep
beneath all the despair
the self-loathing
the hate and rage and sin,
and you'll find a beating heart
(it's true)
that lives to love only you.
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