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My Gift Of Selfish Rain

"A poet who reads his verse in public may have other nasty habits" - R Heinlein

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Temper.

And finally your fingers clipped
trying their best to win
and your hand studied my face
from the forehead to the chin.

So today I cut my fingernails
and clutched by face when
I did my best to figure out
what you had learnt back then...
Muted By Jalap. at 8:38 AM

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