Tuesday, June 10, 2008


there is this lie,
we pass around,
light as a feather,
heavy as unshed tears,
coarse as last evening,
smooth as a cat's eye,

this lie,
never uttered,
sweet as the first taste of blood,
bitter as tomorrow,
hot as a mid-summer night,
cold as truth,

i love you ...

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Me said...