24 January 2011

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Mutability is a trait I hold near and dear. 
Fixated, thrust upon one's heart
like a cold gust of wind -
heartless, mindless folly.
 Never ceasing to befuddle,
never in one place
at one time, never
with a familiar person
never wanted - slovenly 
carrying a burden, dear toll on my life.
I scream 
take what's Yours and none of me.