Monday 10/30/2006 11:36:00 PM

the cow.
the queen.
all victims
of skin.

i laid
the rug down.
in echoes
of our feet.

we swam.
through the moment.
without stopping
to breathe.

episode after
episode, of
killing the fawn
to revive the forest.

we had so much
invested in those lies.

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