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By Ali Date: 2006 Nov 15 Comment on this Work [[2006.11.15.11.38.18222]] |
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In all the ice, I find no reason-- each smile is a spark, with no inkling to melt, but I have unraveled already, a pretty peering past, without an explanation-- you look too hard and know too well. I expect nothing. But, perhaps, I am playing to the crowd a bit; I'll dance, but only if I want to, and I am guessing, only, in a city of souls, I always seek one. Craft your curiosity however you dream it, but sometime, that sustenance will wane--you'll question the solidity of a rainstorm, the fibers of a fire. But now, in spite of yourself, you wonder. Maybe someday you'll stop calling me pretend, like the angel I'm not, like the devil you contend. |