he's blind, cant see,
simply see, she's not free,
not she. to thee, or
trickery, dime bag games,
cracked pottery,
the hourglass stands still.
At ten thirty-three, an age,
not she. still not free.
it's she, and then it's he,
but he can't see,
blind to be, bride to he,
who sails no sea for she,
who sails no sea for she,
for she, no sea he sails,
an age, instead and fails,
in rage, where she hails,
and tries, to die within,
his eyes, set her to spin,
in skies, she flies to sin.
Monday, February 1, 2010
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