I/We/You/I
Thu, 9 Oct 2008 at 02:41am
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I
am late,
bedraggled, frankly disheveled
I
do not cry gracefully,
and
I
can feel the betrayal of my complexion,
with elaborative tear-stains.
We
he and
I
walk forward to greet
You
are smiling like sunday morning bacon and eggs,
the damn calm which
I
have so admired,
You
are soothed,
but now not soothing
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