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.:Worth One Lasting Memory:.
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I felt less worthwhile
Than the butterfly's wings,
Covered by your dew, unable
To fly, find my way to thee,
Soaring through the vaccuum,
The nothingness, empty,
As my heart
Floating in a sea of blood
Which I threatened to take,
So that I could make
Fragments of my soul
Feel
Apt for some purpose,
Fulfilled and with you,
Having found a pool from which
To fill myself, to create
A useful soul, a piece of my hope,
Mended, however makeshiftedly, by yours
And then to love someone,
Like a lonely kitten grown old,
Having had no soft locale
To rest myself, to console
The throbbing fragments,
The bleeding, effeminate,
Longing
For an angel like yourself
To guide me through
My flight to thee,
Having never known you or
She whose shoes that you filled
To help me find myself in them,
Those clouds, blinding me, reflecting so much
Light into my heart that
It threathened
To float into freefall
Without
The cushion I had bought
Or yours, like the line to reel me back
Into the skies above, the clouds
That soak each tear from my cheek
Swabbing salt from my wounds,
Like cotton
And I sat there helpless, but to
Cherish the memory
You gave me hope
That someday I might,
Through all of the clouds,
Catch sight of, and
Love,
At long last,
To love a life
Worth one lasting memory.
November 2000
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