Thursday, July 26, 2007 at 01:54AM
No tears;
too many fears.
More strangers
increase those dangers.
My lack of smile
stirs uneasy rile.
I cannot fient
by blue tear paint,
and red on my wrist
make suspicions persist.
Just let me grieve.
He who would believe
in my strength and heart,
I will be apart,
not for a day or year;
even in heaven, I fear.
circa 2007
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