August 2010 to April 2011
Word for word,
We beat the love
Out of each other *
Like hammer –
Blows crack rock,
And water-
Wears granite
Smooth-
Day by day,
Our rage poisons-
Everything.
Memory is –
A wound kept raw; closure is
An uncertain salve.
The End. Sigh
*Line shamelessly purloined from Yousef Komunyakaa’s Once the Dream Begins.
A Geek's Life 
Interesting….
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Sounds very painful and sad!
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ummm
ummm
i don't know what to say
so i'm saying
ummmm
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Not a good one.
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hmmmmm! nice lines! In fact they are already birthing more.
RustGeek, where have you been?
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