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Untitled (12/29/09)

January 2, 2010

love is a lie waiting on your doorstep to erode
cautiously, with error like softly parted lips with which to soothe
away all fears
and phantoms coming quietly to beg for you to go
back with them to nowhere safe,
and perilously close.

love promises to be the calm you seek
to overcome
by being with
nothing that can part

but you are well enough alone

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