Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Poetry on 8th Street

originally posted here
Lover: I created you
but you created me
hand in hand we stand
gazing down this broken highway
bare naked as babes
together in innocence
together in sin
arms outstretched, we travel
soaking in the sun
striding boldly into our vibrant future
away from the bleak days of solitude
Not knowing what lies ahead
leaving the past behind

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