THOUGHTS abandon me like previous friends
who needed the moment to fix their identities;
AGE take her toll but the way she kicks one
might think she has male characteristics;
LOVE is a loosely worn garment that is more
revealing than it is practical to wear, where
most of it wearers long for more comfort;
HISTORY repeats itself explicitly leaving the many
without balance and the few in states of disbelief;
BUT TODAY, I face the futility of lost innocence
not ever thinking I was really that way at all.
14Nov12
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