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This is where I keep my poetry and song snip-its.

Friday, October 27, 2006

Rusting

No knight,
in shining armor,
my defenses,
all rusted.

Chinks
in my armor,
no love,
where lust is.

Strange,
when friends,
become strangers.

Stranger still,
that we,
can accept it.
Posted by Gildas at 12:58 PM
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