Love, quickly
You love with all your heart
who loves you all
or just in part
that slice of me you call
your own.
For what?
You know not
why
you rage
so hot
for me
or what
you need
to make it last
longer
than the past.
Perhaps,
we went
too fast.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-01-22 at 21:58
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