Today, there was something about me.
Perhaps the fear had gone.
Perhaps if I'm just me I wouldn't be another.
Yesterday, there was something about me.
Perhaps the fear had grown.
Perhaps if I had known I could have saved my lover.
Tomorrow, there's something about me.
Perhaps the fear became my own.
Perhaps it died, and I became my very own flower.
Monday, January 7, 2008
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