walking walking, still searching--
perhaps in circles,
perhaps in squiggly lines,
but no where near the path
my throat's dry from thirst,
doubt my ability to even breathe out a sound.
lips quiver,
eyes blurr over,
but no tears.
you deprive me even the right to cry..
Friday, April 22, 2005
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