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Adrift…
We tore at the tether
because we wished to free.
2003-06-22 / tracy / Comments Off
Damaged…
In the cold light of day
you keep me there
beside you in a
Glass by the bed.
2003-06-22 / tracy / Comments Off
The Poem
A state of mind
Where images and perceptions
Appear as shards of glass.