BEFORE ITS TIME

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JOURNAL #12

you fill me up with contagions that are

labeled as helpful reminders

and I've never argued you over your choice

what ultimate weakness best defines me

your insane vanity I say is the likeliest

culprit

too bad I wasn't wholly apart of you

why then we could believe ourselves to be

doubly divine

hell, you gave me the bread but said forget

the wine

what an absolute mess this is

an unarguable crock of crap on which we

regularly dine

so good bye to you

a fast aging love I once called mine.............

(April 19, 1994 am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

after a fight with Jonathan I believe.

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