Saturday, November 09, 2002

third draft on what was nothing to say

words travelling a merry-go-round
a heart cliched beyond Angel's means
fifteen minutes to go --
what happened to roses on february 14?

crushed satin of pristine soul
a lover's prize teased beyond ordinary reason
the young pocked homeless begs for a dollar --
when did silence become a weapon?

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