March 26, 2003

The innocence of childhood,
The swing, the porch, the trees,
I was everything that made the sunshine brighter.

Age dimmed
The lonely corner
With a novel in hand
And thoughts traveling the span of space and time
I am in love with the moon.

Darkness I wear around me
My vices I treasure within
My angst has become my passion
I dare not be another
I could not be me.

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