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i died tonight — 8 july 2003 some direction — 21 march 2001 root of all knowledge — 8 february 2001 an angel — 12 september 2000 in the country — 6 september 2000 untitled — april 2000 thoughts at lunch — february 2000 another failed love poem — late 1999 what do i think of reality? — february 1999 winter — november 1998 |
UNTITLED -- APRIL 2000 She is the reason that red hair intrigues me. That is, she is the one I blame. Like a lion's mane, it had a will of its own. When I touched it to brush it out of the way, it led me more than I led it. To this very day certain wandering scents remind me of it; that's how well it stuck. She helped me learn to see me, though she didn't see it herself. She freely gave away these sweet little kisses on the cheek. Of course she knew it meant attention, but nothing beyond that. She showed me what expression was, without giving her secrets away. She would bite! Right on my arm; it left marks. It was so casual to her, it was fascinating. She taught me what affection was. Nobody had taken the time prior to that. She didn't realize she was an exception. Never did she have a wan expression on her face while she looked at me. Only a smile or a scowl, both equally charming. She would walk away with determination, or cling with all of her strength. But it didn't matter which she chose, because I would always look forward to seeing her with the same intensity. She made me happy! And now she is gone. |
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