Here is a poem from my old dark days. I was quite the little drama queen. Gotta love it.
solidity
or solidarity
what is it you have that i crave?
thoughts of untouchable
ghost memories
that i cannot make tangible
through my own thirst
desire -
what is it that i am jealous of?
that you have your memory
or that i don't -
or of that memory?
i will not equate.
-terre 5/27/02
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