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By distant moon Date: 2007 Sep 03 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.03.12.09.24813]] |
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Pulling on my strings, I can see you mean more than anything, to me. And treasure all these times not even these times, but more like your mere gestures... and pre-planning. I'm definitely you, and you're possibly me, but I can't tell the truth when I'm around you. ...You're like the opposite of a lie detector. Truth, escapes you...and me. So I slip into your loose, trivial and sleuth, sliding past the noose, when I'm your hangman. This game is a puzzle. And I'll just keep rattling off these silly rhymes and things... until you realize what this means. It means I love you. It means I can't find the proper wording... It means I'm no word-smith, when it comes to loving you... I'm painful and confused... The words just come in sputtering and knocking. But I think you understand it... or at least you pretend...and... I thank you for your patronage. |