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Saturday, July 24, 2010

The Cry Of Love


breaks from the heart with unmistakable
violence, leaving, broken at your feet,
the shards of what you thought was sure.

I was born reluctantly, I can tell you.
I put up the same kind of fight; knowing
what was coming, I’d as soon have

just dreamed it. No offense intended
to any persons living or dead.
I’m gonna go ride my bike.


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