acacia
Joined: 09 May 2008
Posts: 6
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lost
When I lost my woman I
could be found. Scrambling over concrete gutters in northern Englands' mist clawing
at any grain of solidity (is any mortal innocent?) or innocent
passers by would
stare concerned like the something I had lost was my mind.
When
I cut my landscape on glass a river vast as the Nile flushed after the ambulances path a nurse
(kindly and mediocrely mild, asked, 'what?' 'Were you?')
looking for. Wards. I realised lovers
die to us the moment love is lost and
even death does not dissolve the distance between your palm and your heart. between
the Tigris, Tyne, Euphrates, or Darling river and yet I will meet you half-way
someday and I will feel and forgive and forgo and
you and I will discuss about this matter and also, discuss about
how to become found.
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