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Monday, April 9, 2007


   . . . a poem for you all. . .

I'm feeling really upset. I just can't rest. There's so much going on right now. Maybe it's time for some poetry, exclusive to theO.

Twilight Mandragora

From the thick twilit sky
I begin to worry more
I'm so defenseless
Not even the strong loving words can defend me
Words are words.
Love is love.
But what are they both?
Could a crippled soul as I,
Standing with fist on earth,
Find sanctuary?
Is sanctuary the pale phantom,
The playful sprite who winks and smiles?
With each grin, another win.
With each punch, another rush of nervousness.
The fairy child that eludes me
Is one that I cannot quell
Into a peaceful submission.

- AK
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