It all comes out in the wash, by Loneliness is condescending
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I heard what they had to say
And took the time to write it down
It was nothing more then what’s been said before
And yet.
Nothing less then what was wanted
I sealed my note with a kiss
Then sent it to its rest
Tucking it away behind a shelf
I left it for the dust and years
To weave their whispers
In waiting for the time
For you to find and understand
And make the choice I never had
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| Posted: 2006-05-15 00:30:25 UTC |
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| 2006-05-15 07:21:46 | lost the lonely dead |
| trying to be real is tough and does it all come out in the wash? ive lost socks before so i dont think so but in any case i wish i could ask you somethin about these last two |
| 2006-06-08 19:20:24 | Faith |
| I love this poem... it's amazingly real and heartfelt. Well done! |