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 a garden of lilacs under a sheet of ice

"Poem for C.", in 55 words
Monday 10 February 2003

Part of me thinks I was in love at some point and the rest of my sense and reason knows I never was, that the only purpose of You was to Lose. It's not that I am 'weak,' but rather that I am too strong for my own good and eventually I must give in.

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