November 12, 2007 at 5:10 pm (poem)

10.11.07

circle dance
things I say
meant to be tender
appear as taunts
spikes forgotten
may hurt suddenly
forgive
things I say
because I never leared
about consequences
only about
sudden agony
in them
and me
I wish
it’ll never be
you
then me
in this circle.

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