Hinged to forgetfulness
like a door,
she slowly closed out of
sight,
and she was the woman I loved,
but too many times she slept like
a mechanical deer in my caresses,
and I ached in the metal silence
of her dreams.
Added: 19 Aug 2001 | Last Read: 21 Nov 2009 7:31 AM | Viewed: 8833 times
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