Monday, June 16, 2008

a wolf at the door



But now we speak with

ruined tongues

And the words we say aren’t

meant for anyone.

It’s just a mumbled sentence to

A passing acquaintance,

But there was once you.

You said you hate my suffering,

and you understood

,And you’d take care of me.

You'd always be there.

Well, where are you now?

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