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Monday, February 05, 2007

Facade 

met a friend while with bill at cine looking for his sour plums
so this is how i felt abt the chance meeting:

when the river of dreams
meandering and crystal blue
stops dead in its tracks
watch the fish turn deadly blue

will holding hands be the
plug that stops the god-
sized gap in your beating heart
leaking its crimson stain

years have not taken
a toll on your facade
but what was once golden
have become pale and parlor

so will I walk your path
to indulge my deepest desires
where the ruins lie as a
reminder of their fatal grip

so take care my friend
whom i used to know
may you not trip and fall
into the eternal abyss ahead

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