Saturday, January 1, 2011

my love


has become
a tumult of echoes
shadows to ward off
spirits to follow
wrestle and ache
restless with wake
forgetfullness
and a sadness to shake
developed from
involvement with
the impersonating others
the faceless past lovers
that stalk with a passion,
to end all hopes
for
it.

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