Thursday, October 14, 2010

noose

and you hanged us there like towels to dry
as though none of it had ever meant anything and like we had only ever been commodities of convenience
left and forgotten.
you used us, you moved us
and left us to dry.
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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

oh I love the trickery in this.. I like going that way most times..


and you did it so fine....

October 15, 2010 at 11:33 PM

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