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Mademoiselle
No one, to you,
do tell.
A dream,
perhaps a nightmare,
that died in your arms
much too long ago.


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Friday, June 6, 2008
Don't be dense :)
I'm not about emotion,
because I've been there
-been all about emotion;
and I've struggled with the notion
of logic and thin air.
I'm not about emotion,
cause I've been spit out into an ocean
of a million tiny granules
of people who really couldn't care.

And when I'm all about emotion
-you'll have to catch the way I stare;
when those placid eyes and sly half-smiles
denote the mystery of what's there,
then you'll have crossed that empty ocean
and made me forget that stupid notion,
and I'm praying it'll be sometime soon
with someone for whom
I seem to care

quite a bit.

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