Judging from a distance
9:48 p.m.//11.29.06

Mood: Deep in the heart of where sympathy held sway

Cheeks sagging
Everything returns to the earth
Pulled down
We've been, since conception
Answers
Far too great to conceive
And questions
Left untouchable
But appealing to the eye
And settle, baby
Await the milk
Fate will decide
Whether it will be too sour
To consume
Breastfeed a tragedy
I struggle to hold onto
Things willing to be grasped
But instead
Left with wounds of denial


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