Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Baby Shower Money Tree Poem 'Clippings: Colours of a Shadow'

I can not sleep . I keep tossing and turning in bed . Months frightening. Only wish see. as I see you run away. I hold. No way . speak with you. Everything is quiet . Nothing changes . I'm drowning. Again. You break . Abandon.
I suppose . not see anything. not want to see. Callas. E. not have anything to do . not to believe you left. I know you lie . Sorry. My desire to have

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