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standing on the dry weeds (Free verse) by silvertongueddevil

standing on the dry weeds in the shallow front yard and telling me of your plans to move to another city while i watch the skyline of this city over your shoulders half lit and being washed sideways by the sun. i say you shouldn't go and you don't acknowledge my words but you smile because we both know i am not the one to be saying that and if i want to be the one to be saying that then i have to weigh me versus them and i am so light already, giddy, confused not in desire but with what follows. how many secret nights can i carry when one may be too many but none is not enough if the wrong is in our thoughts instead of in our actions then there is a calendar of indiscretion i have already filled you leave, walking in the middle of the street, i am shaking my head and i keep shaking my head as i go into the house because i need every no to stop me from following.

anonymous 14-May-02/1:54 PM
don't change a damn thing. - aduren




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