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I hate your eyes

And how they seem to look through my soul

Like you peruse through a table of clothes at the mall

So dispassionate

And yet

So much more

Somewhere deep inside that little blue ball that is you

All fuzzy and furry

Wanting to be kept warm

By someone else's arms

Instead of your own

As they wrap themselves around you

Clutching tightly to a world that just isn't there

Because it left you behind

In the maelstrom that is insanity

And not the insanity inside your head

But my own

Because that's where you have always been

And will always remain.



August 24, 2003