Sunday, December 7, 2008

Danger

I am burnt gold fingerprints
Like Hiroshima's bomb-
Laid waste.

Have you left me?
A long time ago.

I am crisp white sheets
Like a dry erase board--
I create

I am in as much danger now
as when you left.
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