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Feb 22, 2005 03:30

Throw me a bone
Give me a clue
I have no idea
What to do with you
To feign lacking
In kisses
Or dreams I cannot speak
To retreat the poetry
You brought out

It is not as if
I was looking to love
Or that I forced myself
To this
Simply
It happened
And it scares
The living fuck
Out of me

I am falling and
I am afraid

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littlecrow March 26 2005, 09:40:41 UTC
You know, I think most of us have the words of this poem tattooed somewhere on our hearts. or at least these lines:

It is not as if
I was looking to love
Or that I forced myself
To this
Simply
It happened
And it scares
The living fuck
Out of me

*wry smile*

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invisiblepoetry March 26 2005, 09:57:04 UTC
It happens, too many times it happens, and it is mor frightening than anything we could ever dream about. I wish it was not true.

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