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July 20, 2005

it’s crazy outside
and she’s in here
            with me

crazy
            in here
                        too.

wandering in that forest
            once again.

paths in hundreds
            of directions
            of paths

the trees dream of me
anything to be their hero

her smile seems so far away
from the likes of me

            bathing in tragedy
I am rife with brooding tendrils