Go away.
I will not follow you;
no matter how much I want you.
Your dreams are nihilistic.
Some of mine are not.
You are bitter and caustic.
Those feelings are not mine.
But you want me.
'Come to me, just come.'
Resistance is mine.
For now, my feet stay planted.
But for how long?
That is not known.
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Thursday, April 11, 2013
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