you slaughtered
the me with you
the only me I knew
there was always another you
for someone else
that you hid away
a flicker of emotions
from the genes
takes me where angels
fear to tread
my survival instinct
became embodied in that smile
we find the silver lining -- it looks dead grey, at first
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Tuesday, March 21, 2006
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