Obsession
Loving wordsAnd there are some
Leaving, coming
Going, none.
Every word
I cannot find
Seeking, looking
Knowing blind.
In the winter
Coats are dear
Stripped of every
Single tear.
Washed and spinning
Till there's none
Likely story
There are some.
Whispering
Into my ear
Raging circles
Swallow here.
Ammunition
Fading fire
Waiting for
Another liar
Feeding in
The cage within
Slowly ending
Just begin.
3-9-09
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