~ For Her ... For Me ~
~ If were I to have my way ... the-welcome-of-
those ten days, then I'd be sure, she would know.
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My love the fairest dream-of all-I-wanted-to share the-one-
held-so-dear ... that I-couldn't let-go-of-for anyone, but her.
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~ As-yes plain-rides-come-to-mind-jet setting buried love and ~
daily qualms-the-quiet-suicides was all that came of those days,
and because-I-have-come-to-find-parachutes are an option only
for those-that-are of the living, and not for-those-walking-alone
~~~~ within themselves already-reeling from their regrets. ~~~
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~ Because I too exist-myself ... as I walk this valley, of the ~~
dead; and so it has become for me my own personal, peculiar
quark of-twisted providence, the evidence of my-fait that
all circles are not the same or brand entirely, nor an
entity within themselves ... completely whole,
because my experience has shown, that they
too; given-the proper-vexing; like me ...
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can be broken.
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Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2009
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