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meteor.


[today]Feb 12th, 2008 11:32:06 pm - Subscribe

in
its teeth I
lie still,
knowing that
to fight
only
cuts me
deeper.

at the eye
of this storm
I bleed,
lonely,
watching
life going on
without me.

the archaeological
marvel
of me and my
petrified heart -
me,
the stone,
frozen in time.

I wander,
I wonder,
I wish; and I tire
of desire,
wanting only
not to
want
anymore.

so lonely,
so empty
I can't help
but feel that
I am a meteor
crashing
very far
from home.

I crave change
yet revile it
with care
you
preserve me
as I am -
left behind.

[I am]fossilized.

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