Sunday, November 9, 2008
Before her breath could touch me
Before her hair could drape it's long warm blanket of mystery upon me
Before her words could no longer sting with the force
of a thousand tiny needles,
I saw a chance.
After the blades were pulled from my back
After the ringing had shattered my ears
And after all is said and never won,
I heard a rumor.
I felt a love.
And I became,
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