published
why, oh
for the love of god
why?
what sort of person lets
complete strangers in on
their lives, every
dirty little secret, petty need
twisted desire
who
would practically get on their knees,
begging
to be judged by the words they write
the pieces of themselves they
give away
who?
me, you, all
of us
sick little puppies
with pencils in our hands.
Monday, August 15, 2005
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