I was afraid of being forgotten.
A cast fishing line at night, thin thread across a deepening ocean.
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11/22/2010
About
You are calm and reposed. Let your beauty unfold.
Pale white, like the skin stretched over your bones.
Spring keeps you ever close.
You are second hand smoke. You are so fragile and thin.
Standing trial for your sins.
Holding onto yourself the best you can.
The word warrior without a favorite day.
Ask and receive.
