Friday, 10 July 2009
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I can't condemn you, I love you too much
Smears of change across your face
Your light has dimmed and died
Now its missing from your eyes
In the whites: blurred, shifting stains
What principles carved into your hands
Rewritten into dramatic lines"I can't help it, it's just time"
"Nothing's wrong, I'm fine, really"
"It's something I just have to do."
And recognition, biting savagely
Parading with banners, slowly leaving
All my judgment wronged
And all my judgment wrong.
"What are you?"
(note to self, finish reading this later)
http://books.google.com.au/books?id=kYIWabBxsA4C&pg=PA33&lpg=PA33&source=bl&ots=Zw3Kqw5sBJ&sig=yViQiNcGsZa4p2xikO0o5AIacQ8&hl=en&ei=Vu5VSuqeM4vQsQP9srX0AQ&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=6
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