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Friday, January 11, 2008

Rough Night

what are tears
to me I do not cry
say cry me a river cry
me an ocean but the
ocean is here and it pounds
my head relentless
the weakest point a hairline
fracture a single salty drop to
betray the hurricane.
Posted by Dan Kaschel at 6:56 PM

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      • When Love Stopped Weighing Me Down
      • Another Tribute to the Death of Innocence
      • Returning Home, Wondering if you Feel the Same
      • Armchair
      • Love was a Cup of Coffee
      • Decisions
      • Ghosts
      • Banana-Handled Memory
      • Her Keeper
      • Ode to Spaghettios
      • Television
      • Dealing with Hard Times
      • Sorry Too Late
      • A Planet's Come Hither
      • Phase: "Boredom"
      • Habits Betray Me
      • Wedding-Night Jitters
      • Pretending it's Better
      • Happy Birthday
      • Bottle Immortalis
      • Fading
      • Sans Amputation
      • A Lesson in Denial
      • Trust Me
      • Poem for Lovers
      • Depression
      • Fair-feathered Friend
      • Brilliant
      • Rainbow
      • Drowning Heaven
      • First and Last Letter
      • Late and Tired
      • Chop-Block Dignity
      • Sleep in Indecision
      • Rough Night
      • Someone Else's Problem
      • Lost Loves
      • The Strangest Knife
      • Too Old to Cry
      • Climbing
      • Black on Black
      • Daydream
      • Beautiful
      • A Starlit Night
      • Gather the Shepherds
      • Since When do You Need a Vacation From Me?
      • How it Ended
      • Soccer Field
      • Such as I have
      • The Sun
      • Waking Up
      • White Elephant Love
      • Willow
      • Woken
      • Writing a Love Poem on the Way Home
      • For the Moment, I'd Rather Dream

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