Music pervades me
to sing of you.
I am blissful,
bountiful.
You are beautiful.
How did it occur?
This feeling?
Like I'm not complete
without you.
You are pain, and torture
that I cannot
exist without.
Strange...
How you became
my friend.
By being
my worst enemy...
Odd...
I'm here...
Can you see me?

04/20/2003

Posted on 04/21/2003
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