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I sit here with my pen

head hung low

as cross with the world

I still am

in these moments suspended

our words earlier

exchanged

became brutal

'Sword Subjects'

that cut us both

with the edginess of

their surprised misunderstanding

you shut me down cold

where as I hotly over reacted

hot and cold

as you know

create cyclones

so now we

step apart

cut and bruised

shoving ourselves

outside

further forced

to shiver now

in

a frightful storm

sad at such prospects

indeed

but wise enough now

to realize

we both had a hand

in such circumstance's making

perhaps I was more the guilty

but no complete innocence

could be rightfully claimed

by either party

dejected

I slouch

awaiting your

signal

that I am no longer

an outcast

in the class of your

tender thoughts.................

(Dec. 18, 2009 953am)