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April 17, 2005

Fragment 3

I yearn to kiss your sandpaper tongue
There's just so much to learn
There are things that are left undone

Hegel, Sarte, my own beliefs
When will I read it, eat it
Spit it out and rearrange it
I know I should be the one
I know I have the knowlege and ideas
There are things that are left undone
There's so much I want to say to you
The point is moot, I am mute
If only I could save you from ONE of my past hurts
The load/cross would be worthwhile
There are things that are left undone
Where are you in my bed - my head
Your space is so empty
Are you
Am I as patient as I wish to believe I am
Will it matter? (to me or to you)

Posted by BlueWolf on April 17, 2005 06:33 PM