a year without writing, 8/1/05

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cursive

it's a new and apathetic story

but my writing looks the same

who can tell the difference now

who here has a name

stealing thoughts for lack of better judgment

stringing empty branches with veils of silver

there must be something left

realization of decay is heavy

and i say end this now

out of foolishness and spite

back to where i started

and then some

i deserve a wreath of guilty memories

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