Wednesday 2/15/2006 11:15:00 PM

We give them names, though they had different ones before. We give them new ones to make them ours.

Always picking up strays like a lonely child.

We lie to them when it's required. About why we named them. And how we chose. Because the truth is I did it all for myself.

We want to assign them a new identity. To make them ours. But a name changes nothing.

Always walking while all the cars drive by full of faces puzzling. They move fast, but I get to see where I am and where I'm going.

We give them their names and they give us ours. Exchanging hope through thin veils.

We give them names, but we can't make them keep them.


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