Mar 262011
 

i hand you over to the man beside me, his own eyes remembering me as if i was gone, poetry in motion you said, the loudest one is you i said.  we both fell backwards and then we wondered to the people closest to us whether we were meant to be.  i was not.  i was the bitten angel, the wrathful dove, allowed to be still for no real reason other than to hold and remember that today of all days was my special day.

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