i'm sick of being
just
'one girl
i happen to
know'
to you
i'm sick of you
choosing when
you know me
and when
you
don't
if i'm so
sick
why can't i
let myself
let you
go?
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
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Like a weaver weaves thread to create a beautiful rug, I'd like to think that I can weave words to create a beautiful picture that varies with each person that reads them. Here are my word-pictures.
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