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Monday, August 01, 2005


Again I wonder when she will notice me, will realize that I am standing in shadow, waiting, calculating, watching her.
That I am patient to receive her into arms aching from having been held open so long.

She's still swimming; she thinks she's making it. But I (who know better) will see the world swallow her in slow, patient gulps.

She will not stay afloat. She cannot breathe without me.


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