Mean Poetry

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Friday, February 09, 2007

I love like wind which loves the tree
my hidden strength removes your leaves
intentions masked by peaceful means
I leave you shiv´ring violently.

Sedated by my subtle touch
convinced i haven´t asked for much
your leaves believe they fell by chance
while air blows through your ev´ry branch.

Feb.8 2007

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