poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

often I would gaze at you and you'd turn and smile with all the excitement gurgling up inside as was your wont sometimes you cried and I drowned in sorrow like steel quenched in tears I was solidity you volatility you were the dream I the reality I miss you now 26 XII 01
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