September 10, 2010

More than You will Ever Know

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I watch upon my creek of hollow mirth,

Melancholy looms and swallows day.
Silence seeps into my soul and resonates.
Bestial hands leap from the bushes—
Less a pain than your cold passing;

Yonder holds much more an ache,
Folded deep within your hands—
Truly, I love you. Did you hear me?


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