the truth will tell in due time
will i fade away?
i'd hate to fade.
give me comfort
the warm graze
of your fingers
through my hair
no ones ever grazed my hair like you do
i feel a war
between my heart & mind
it's starting
i hear the trampling of the feet of masses
the click of the safety on a gun
when will
the first shot
be fired?
11.20.2009
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