now
we called sam, ron, dana.
now we stopped
for beer
her father collapsed
on the floor.
now nothing.
now left
and yeft.
now i had no heart.
now it was mine
to give and she didn't need it.
there's a dark-furred beast lying out there.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
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