hearts can only break
so many times
recovering in the music
of slow sad notes
as hurt finds
its strings
eaten away
by decay
no more to say
beware of the fragile
gingerbread all fancy
looking real
if you can
find an end
on the seesaw
be careful
watch out
choose
who gets
the other end
can't you see
out of sight
in the darkness
it will not be
count to three
Sunday, May 3, 2009
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