Untitled November 21, 2007
Posted by boigeorge in boigeorge.trackback
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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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