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Whipped (With Preface) (Haiku) by OneFingerAnswer

She hadn't lost anything So why does she cry? She asked for the end He protested She insisted He gave in She broke down Suddenly he, having lost all, was comforting her She, having thrown out his three months of work, was being hugged He had served her hand and foot; why not one last time? She got what she wanted; did this not prove it? How can he still be snapped around when she has let the lead slip? Seemingly better now, with a few sobs for good show, she leaves All the men bow their heads, ashamed of what one of their bretheren has done All the women stare her down, jealousy and anger mixed over the waste of such a man She stares back, she can see the jealousy A pause... She turns back and walks back to the table A slight whisper in his ear; "I made a mistake; come back." Not a question but an order ... and he does. Now she again leaves; this time he is one step behind her. ----------- If you love something, Let it let you go. If it Returns, it owns you.

horus8 19-Apr-03/4:59 PM
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He had served her ha(n)d and foot; why not one last time?"

"propve" is a romanian liquor mad out of walnuts.

Could I dare ask... Is this the sequel to harrison ford's witness? because this poem takes me to amish land like a time machine. A cow udder time machine.
As for love? well, love is an 'action' used to describe, define and structure a specific environment + circumstance + changing of awareness - What they told you it was . that which can not be held or kept only temporarily shared divided by (our grasp of time, which unfortunately is a constantly changing variable). It also serves for a great foundation to breed upon since normally before one experiences love they tend to be immature, selfish, needy, basically all over the adolescent map. here is a fact. Your love for another, for God, or yourself, are all risks undertaken by those who have succesully climbed that mountain of thought to reach that notion in order to jump in the first place. Which order one obtains those three in, in life, is what's critical however, and often confusing, hopeless, and fatal.




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