Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Choirgirl
Let not your
song linger.
I do not wish
to stay.
Do not
mock me
with your
warm eyes.
For mine are
still weary
from the
stories
of yesterday.
Let not
your voice
heal me and
make me forget…
I am a man
of broken
pieces,
and I still
need to
rest.
In my room, 4:33 pm
(05/26/04)
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