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By Cyan Date: 2003 Feb 14 Comment on this Work [[2003.02.14.21.24.32677]] |
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Walking fast with furious intention, up the stairs and to the door...... knocking my knuckles raw against wood. With a twist of the knob I'm finally led in, by a man who's scorned me too much to defend. I step in gracefully with my head held high, holding back the river that has formed in my eyes. Two whole hours of pacing back and forth, practicing my lines, rehearsing in the mirror-- all futile once I saw your face, heard the words, felt your hands on my waist. My shield torn to pieces. The fortitude I managed to muster up...... now lying crippled in the palm of your hand. |