Setting Traps In A Relational Context, by Tim Pozzi Subscribe to rss feed for Tim Pozzi

i'm finally ready to shed this skin.
but my next of kin 
won't even open the door
the gate stays put;
bitter resentment within.
funny how the games go,
forward... 
and forward...
and...
well, 
i give up on hoping you'll
make the backwards glance,
and understand that
if i was all you had,
would you notice?
Posted: 2008-07-03 20:41:38 UTC

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