Sunday, February 11, 2007

o brothers, o sisters

We are not nothing, we are
something more.

We were lovers at least,
until the lies we believed in were

We were static.

Were faint sounds down
empty hallways
and then the wrong door was opened.

The hanging man was found.

Eyes wide open and smiling
like he thought we’d
never leave.

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