if I could back
to the rain that fell inside
and drenched only me
I would tell myself
to let him
slam the door
And I would walk away
with myself
to get ice cream.
Thursday, February 22, 2007
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Should I, after tea and cakes and ices, have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
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