more than a given

Sep 30, 2007 00:43

Not lost, just nearly not found
sat me down and showed me around
ice from your fingers, webs form your eyes
it's not my time
that's why im surprised
a model of consquence
a new wound to admire
your freeze to preserve
while i stab at the fire

i bet i remember who who was meant for every poem
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