Saturday, August 05, 2006

Skull Faced

I'd kill for a
sense of humor. . .
The biology of
conspiracy, feared?
What I said had -
almost nothing to do
- without you.
That this is what my life
would be like taking
no sympathy from you!
Don't speak; and letting go.
Things appeared as naturally:
not as they are.
Stupidty or sense of humor,
desperate in rational compassion.

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