The Black & White Poet

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every nightmare
seems to drizzle
off the eyes
of every cloud
that was meant to consume
the sun
and it's scarlet dreams...
my love is so polluted with fear
and keeps tasting the agony
of a future wound...
in every corner of this box
is indecision and obscurity
I love you
yet I'm constantly dismayed and terrified
because of the uncertainty
of what this rain is causing to grow

~DaYnA e. 10/13/04

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