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Oct. 16th, 2004 12:59 amLove is
Flourescent lights
the knowledge that in twenty years, give or take,
I'll need glasses to read this screen.
The pain in my lower back from too much ironing
from too much sitting in computer room chairs
from too many nights without sleep without dreams
(did I ever tell you I dream about you?)
My hands, bright red as the blood tries to warm them.
Neck ache.
Cardiff winters at three in the morning.
And yet still coming back.
I should sleep more often.
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Date: 2004-10-16 12:15 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-10-16 01:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-16 01:52 am (UTC)Who is funny and is sweet
Delightful, unique.
But love is not Ji
Who can't write poetry
But wanted to try.
So she thought maybe
She could get away with some
Very bad haiku.
Because Nny's poems
Brought her lots and lots of glee
She wanted to share.
This is it, I'm done
Seven syllables go here
And now five. The end.
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Date: 2004-10-16 03:33 am (UTC)Love it.