I am nothing.
You're not anything.
None. None. None.
We are the mist that falls on the plain sleepy
of memory soon forgotten.
We are the bitter sneer of life that fails.
We love, love
you're not, you're not
love
you are nothing!
're the anger that I have for myself.
I am nothing, and neither are you.
But at least I have the beauty of these words!
And you never know what it means to be!
Fall 2008
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