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14th Sept 2003

by Richard Trotter

How could I
have laced your love with poison
or cleaned the walls with soot?

why would I
throw earth on our grave
prior to the birth of magic?

the texture of regret
ensures I clearly see
the deer thats pierced
with the spear of sadness
will race like light
to reach your smile again.

12/30/2003

Posted on 12/30/2003
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