this will have to suffice:
i want to speak at an intimate decibel
with the precision of an infinite decimal
to listen up and send back a true echo
of something forever felt but never heard
i want that sharpened steel of truth in every word
why? - this blackest purse
mom, am i failing or worse?
Thursday, September 23, 2010
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