"Corruption of the best is the worst."
"Corruptio optimi pessima"
Monday, October 22, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Dear Nexen,
When my arms
feel tired
Because you need
to be held
A little
longer than usual
And you
finally fall asleep
Enough for
me to put you down
I marvel
At how empty
My arms feel
Without you
in them
And I
remember
How quickly
These days
will pass
And you will
barely
Need me to
hold you
At all
And when you
wake-up
And ask to
be held again
I forget
That my arms
were ever tired
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