Tuesday, Sept. 28, 2004 @ 10:47 pm
Mushroom Cloud

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Ballet of cars, fallen leaves, in the foggy morning on Main Street.

The boletes, the chanterelles and the crested corals. I must choose between you and them.

Mushroom cloud,
nuclear explosion
of feelings for you
(and them.)

I replay what you've said over and over in my head - to reassure me, to remind me - to be not afraid to love you.

You find me strange and different, and in a way that's what I wanted to be to you. An urchin, curious and passionate, bringing colour to your world...

I don't hold onto you all night anymore. I think it's because I'm slowly relaxing into you.

Roots | Shoots

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