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By distant moon Date: 2006 Oct 13 Comment on this Work [[2006.10.13.02.24.14735]] |
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I sit dumbfounded. Surrounded... by my thoughts and delusions. Yet, you escape me every time. As though you're my nemesis. ...and you are. Words, all too skeptical, elliptical, paralellographs. Tangents into nothingness... I would scream, but I'd just wake the baby. So again, as I said, I just sit. Wishing ever so hard, that just once just one more time... I could write a word or two, that just might make you smile. |