Tuesday, December 16, 2008

as I harbor their abuse;

I’d like to wake up where you are,
not with you, but as you;
alive in your mind for a day.
Oh, to see what you might see,
to walk the steps you walk alone,
those Secret Spots
that only you can know.

Maybe then I’d know your soul,
and I’d no longer worry
that these matters might depress
what has impressed me.

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