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Sunday, November 13, 2005
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first draft
i thought it would be like writing a poem where not putting pen to paper guaranteed quick almost immediate loss
but now instead my head is a box of thoughts, things each waiting to be prompted by something of you
i didn't jot you down quick enough, the first time, to keep you
but now that i have suffered that one sharp burst: your disappearance
i write you out everyday, with no fear of losing what's left of you with me (only memory) and there aren't enough words to keep you from slipping away.
something i felt the impulse to write, which feels very real to me. does this actually make sense to any of you? i might be on to something here. i might be able to start writing again, thanks to you.
+ posted by M @ 7:51 PM
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