Tuesday, September 08, 2009

tell me it's not

what it looks like, what I'm thinking
but I know because my gut has said
that it's so. I wish it could tell me something
different. I wish I could help you out. But I can't.
saving myself this time. I don't think we can do
what we set out to. I know we can't. These are the words.
of defeat. Always until they are gone from my vocabulary.

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