she sleeps,
frozen,
in Elmwood.
My dry mood,
hot,
as boiling sugar.
Pain breaks-
my heart aches.
Eternal regret,
not doing more ridges
doing less.
Echoes linger,
on Yew Circle--
Click, click,
bang.
Friday, May 25, 2007
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