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August 29, 2007

restlessness has crept into
my room and sits waiting
in the corner insistent as hunger
refusing its usual bowl

August 20, 2007

now that I've been shown
what I don't have

August 19, 2007

August 12, 2007

August 07, 2007



details and distractions clear the mind
the sun can wash off anything, and
the word kill comes easily to the mute.

have faith in human frailty;
what we came for we easily forget
when given a place and more than we dared ask.

August 04, 2007