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the dragons are singing

poetry from me. no one else, just me. just for me, just to me, just by me.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

i thought you were...
different.

my cries are getting louder
from the back seat of my car
where i hide
from you.

i’m not special.

i’m not your
waking moment
or your breath
before you fall asleep.

i gave you everything.

i gave you
me.
Posted by JLK at 1/13/2010

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