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By cire nehtrow Date: 2004 Mar 04 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.04.09.02.30856]] |
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I was wanting a true friend Someone you could always trust If sometimes I don't even trust myself It's no wonder my search is a continual bust I keep thinking I'm dealing with a rane sational adult but then look at me. Living in reaction to each other, bouncing off the other's funhouse mirrors, bulging shrinking images of self and the other, bloated hubris, shrunken pride. Lost, unsure where to turn, a small tight maze of constructed glass...we bought our way into. Scrape the silver coating, look through the glass, no reflections theirs to misconstrue. |