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Mar 28, 2007 02:41

Crest of Friendship (For Daniella)

like trying to cup water in my hands
it slips through the hour glass
every grain of sand wasted
on this oasis; it was just a mirage
pasted up on the sun parched desert
I've held these fantasies far too long
your friendship trickled through my fingers,
chordae tendinae consumed within its bitter remnants

"chordae tendinae" = heart strings (with thanks to CHERISE who is and always will be my sexypants)
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