Boil a dream those not so tender
smear it with the sun
crush it till it aches with plead
yet know that you are one

When the skin is black with urge
true to weak to lie
bear with me for this day is long
beneath the troubled sky

11/03/2003

Author's Note: Found a couple of old poems from back in my early high school days.

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