Saturday, September 25, 2010

How is it so? What night wind? What blow night dream blown, sand and glow

Poem by Marc Aupiais

Its like I have an intolerance of you,
As I once did milk,
A reaction,
Hatred, horror, revolsion,
But why?

Not why hatred?
Not why horror?
No why revolted?


Why am I here?
I cannot leave you,
My heart and soul,
Cower but seek you out now!

I cannot, will not shall not leave you!
Not for ever or a day!

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