Monday, March 10, 2008

A letter to you whose
life is mal-adjusted and predicted
or mistaken
as a tour de force
Forseen and forbbiden
like the abandoned life
or a soldier's rhyme
a rifle

no need to play it slow
low or safe
no need to hde anyway
or shy
away

your mind

this is your
own
baby chime

yours ...

very own

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