Saturday, January 17, 2009

convenience of my solitude

contorted thoughts
mislead him.
full of wrought.

like a spell cast
upon me.
forcing fast

a sincere reaction,
but, faux assumption,
its fruition.

and like an army,
his walls raise.

and like a book,
my eyes read.

_____________________

i can't hide anything.
can I?

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