listening to old love songs to feel something more
than
the slow
thinning of my soul
this dissolution into dust
goes on
and
on
some days
minutes grow long as years go by in a blink
My soul feels crinkly
like used cellophane
wrinkled and stained
"We're caught in a trap,"
elvis screams "I can't walk out,
because I love you too much baby."
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Friday, September 16, 2005
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