Sunday, September 25, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
An Old Poem
I am haunted by the ghost of you
Standing loose-limbed and angry
The corner of a mouth turned slightly down
A brow furrowed almost indistinguishably
I can taste exasperation
I can taste disgust
I can feel frustration
"We" has wilted, slowly
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