| I could claim that I do not love
you yet I could say to gut deep stand in crazy debris, mine and others� (is there any difference?) hardly hurts at all, but then it would all be lies. Hidden sun shines rain to road I just need to find it in myself not in growling heart�s projection or white space gasp between the dead and dying metaphors still bleeding road-kill tales on melting tarmac dreams and so, for shine�s sake, I do not blame the rain for I love you now |
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| *image: Karin Kuhlmann |