Wednesday 4/26/2006 10:47:00 PM

After we go
to where we have
been, it's then
that the plucked
petal is colored in;

Outlines. So many
empty cages asking
if I want to fit.

Once we know,
if ever we do;
silence spreads
like herpes over
gentle lips;

and we pretend
there is a cure.

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