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Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Of love and other demons

Of love and other demons.
The search for what can never be.

Exorcise me then …try
I know you can’t .

They fake concern
I fake recovery.
Posted by wake at 8:50 AM
Labels: love and life, poetry

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love the last two lines.

September 15, 2007 at 6:10 AM

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