I wrote today
and now I’m drained
and tired
but still this fire
consumes and fumes
against my hollow musings
built on meaning
yet so fleeting
that I blink
and think
I might contrive
to pry
you from your roots
so deep
that I could sink
into the chasm
where she had you
finally
happy.

01/16/2004

Author's Note: Women are all devious on some level.

Posted on 01/17/2004
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