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By J. knipp Date: 2003 Apr 30 Comment on this Work [[2003.04.30.23.40.8818]] |
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I know nothing. But let me tell you everything. Is it there anymore? It hinges on you. Am I dishonest to hide doubts to pretend as if everything's right? But then it all hinges on you. I feel ignored and shut out. I pour out and it falls to hallow ground. I suck in always trying diligently but whenever I let out it seems rebuked or dismissed. I t all hinges on you. There is no problem if I have your faith in me. But I feel you falter, question. I know it cannot be helped. Yet it needs to be a ring not a ڤ(sqaure). Reciprocation is vital. I feel these weak feeble spurts. Then sometimes you come on like the sun from out of the clouds and I live by those moments. In time they feed this fire that is choking, sputtering and wondering commitment? Passion? What is that third? But it is so difficult to feel when you are so far away and so guarded. |