shakespeare doesn't work anymore

Saturday, Feb. 14, 2004 5:30 am

There was a night,
when I was able to recite,
from Richard III,
and it drew me closer, into your arms.

there are many nights now,
where his words describe exactly
the feeling of what happens,
when his words,
don't work anymore.


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dland exuant omnes your voice drifts away into lost binary alleyways it echoes photography

last five:
A Winter Letter - Wednesday, Nov. 28, 2007
almost but not quite - Wednesday, Mar. 22, 2006
rural times, blue skies. it feels so warm over my hair - Wednesday, Jun. 01, 2005
smiles and gone - Monday, Feb. 07, 2005
I caught my love in North Carolina - Monday, Nov. 29, 2004

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