Tuesday, December 05, 2006

12.

Salty water gushes down
the muscles of her blood.
It twinges,
she cringes,
filled with gritty mud.

When she saw that other her
draped upon his lap,
soul tainted,
almost fainted,
deepening the gap.

She thought that she was finished up
with all this silly stuff.
Now crying,
always trying.
She thought that she was tough.

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