to S by Richard Trotter Silent touch of your alter ego as ignorant as the night louder than secrets, only just later than cliche, falling back you still bless a wound. 04/19/2003 Author's Note: written for one of many infatuations- Posted on 03/13/2004 Copyright © 2025 Richard Trotter Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)