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Untitled November 21, 2007

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I built my fort to make it last.

He constructed his circle according to my comfort.

I shut my gate and locked the door

Yet he rolled right in bouncing through all my stale emotions

He lifted his chin and screamed till his lungs collapsed,

You will love me, this was meant to be!

My heart was lifted and my walls destroyed,

And now, now he has not one circle but two.

 

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