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the laughter we once had and shared now sacked

revealing furrows caused by the callous ones

whilst you gather your mouth for bludgeon

i gather my thread to knit the fissures

but these fissures that they created

can't be knitted anymore because you

prefer to heed their spiteful murmurs

and we remain at odds, in distance

but my door is always open and my

ears will always be ready for a lend,

i won’t allow envious maw to overtake

my ears. I don’t need other’s opinion



we need no mediator, what we need is

our ken to evoke our whilom quintessence















written 11/19/2002