some yells
if I could have the beginning of a song.
Friday, December 1, 2006
dinner date
I cannot live with you,
It would be life
And life is over there
Behind the shelf
And slowly, with steps tentative and strangely unwilling, I open my head to the poetry.
When all of them love it, there must be something I'm missing.
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