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2002-02-10 - 1:20 a.m.

a very old but appropriate poem

I�m not really your
wet dream anymore
not like in november
the leaves on the floor
and being without you,
wisconsin was hell.
Was i better off empty?
Can�t tell.
A warm bath,
I�ve already had one today.
A nap,
yes, do you miss me in my pathetic way.
Is it surprising i can�t sleep
or did you know
worry gives me time to become this way
another never-ending night with no day.
To be finally honest
brings that certain relief.
My wish my fear,
uncertainty pulls me another way.
The more i think of it
the more it almost dissapears,
and I still feel
an unwanted lust.

baah