June 7, 2008

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V.
There was a time when life was better.
When every line didn't start the same way.
When there was more than one direction left.
When there was more than nothing left to say.

C.
Hold me close and I might get lost.
I might forget. I might forgive (or be forgiven).
Hold me close or I might get tossed.
I might lose track, or might find a reason for living.

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