(10-30-02)
You blow into my life
Once again
Hurricane.
We exchange
Sticks and twigs
For rocks and stones.
We shed some tears.
You fuck me like
You mean it.
Halfway through I realize
You fuck everyone that way.
No longer a sacred thing
We share,
But something given freely
To anyone, anywhere.
You leave once more and
I care less each time.
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