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i miss us. you can say, 'there was no us'... because you cannot see the undefined still is, not by definition but by this thing inside that says, 'you're stupid...but not wrong.' i miss early morning messages that belied your need to not think to not think of me, especially and the real sin is that i let you not let me. i've gotten pretty good at hiding the sorrow that crosses me like fingernails on flesh raw and insolent and mean better yet at misdirection make you believe you don't move me or anyone can move me i can be moved by anything you believe wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong i scream with eyes that reach nothing and hands that can't touch you and, you're right, i don't love you what would be the point? Nov 11th, 2007 11:21:10 pm |