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juliet |
i can still see you standing there,
splinter-hearted,
soaked and screaming.
you said
they will never bend.
it was the ruptured core of midnight.
it was the first nightmare
in fair verona,
where you were soaked
and sobbing.
it wore me thin,
failing to be your skin
to hold you in
and the screaming.
copyright 2004
Gretchen
Keer |
