I am the poet to save the world, to romanticize the past, change the present, and dream about the future.
While I start here, the beginning seems visible, bright, near.
Too near for some, but I can taste it, the metallic blood on my tongue.
So I will speak.


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Saturday, May 9, 2009

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Your subtleties strangle me.

Maybe it's best that you leave me alone.

It ends tonight.

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