Posted by Derek Richards on March 19, 1999 at 12:36:54:
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so another prophecy has come true. bitter.
we are where we strove to be, like the mad ones,
the tortured ones.
it was all about the romance once but no one is
lighting candles anymore.
***
rooms: dark, empty, no common speech, no one
pours the wine, spiderwebs sway, incense haunts.
***
lover got your secrets/childhood tragedies at her command/
more you want more she wants/thin whispers of divorce
transforms storms into frenzied embrace/panic tears
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she is clever like that
(always possessing the magic keys, the passwords you misplace)
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wife? since birth? since 13 and rotgut wine?
losing a friend/ so another prophecy has come true.
bitter.
***
ironic? she has been there through everything but she may be
the one thing you can never have.
***
it's not time. yet.
(c)copyright Derek Richards 1999
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