Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Aging

I wanted to cry...
An impassive silence would impose...
Somehow...
Was it so wrong to try?
I mean... I was to come close...
Anyhow...

Better left than right
If ahead is where you went...
Raging...
Wounded... So I might...
Stick around and bent...
Aging...

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