I am in misery.
For when I am in misery
The poem ceases to be
Words crafted and chiseled
From abstracted thought.
The poem begins to be me.
August 31, 2000
4.41 pm, Thursday
Goodbye, snakepit.
June 10, 2011I deleted my profile over… there.
I figured - while I am feeling this way about you - if it isn’t you, there’s no point in liking someone else.
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