Thursday, July 25, 2002

am i still fond of you?
it wavers,
what do I want?
the truth,
from me, for me
it is selfish, but this is 'real'
my osciliations are what keep me in check,
through the crests and troughs,
if you (we) rough it through,
what was once unstability,
will be the past that was true.

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