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By Ali Date: 2006 Oct 01 Comment on this Work [[2006.10.01.15.15.21206]] |
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I wish you could (would) love me less. It would be easier that way, right? Right. Yeah. That's what I thought. But what to do with the remnants, the slipping songs, the fragile stops and starts? No-- The moon just bows her head, insisting that this is my mess to save. But Creation and desecration-- how alike they seem! It must be me. I know it. But you...you won't believe it, receiving it, in discord, disowning the very ambrosia of Truth. I want you gone; I want this done. I don't know if I ever loved you. If I did, I don't know what clock stopped my heart, only to nourish yours. And I just can't-- I can't look at you, anymore, looking at me, like that. I wish you loved me, less. |