Shoes & Poetry. Picnics under sycamore trees.The former healed a broken heart. The imaginary latter soothed a fragmented soul. No dinners, early breakfast. He; She - She; He. Aquinas & Cherokee, you & me. Curried favors, rebellious love, undeserved opportunities. Regrets, hide. Hurt, hide. Pain, hide. Loneliness, hide. Truth? Background, (kitchen), support. Solitude/silence. All you need... Conclusion: hate (my)self & me.
Aug 15, 2010
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