Saturday, 17 March 2012


We give strange names
to the daggers we
drive into our lives
hoping someone else
will come by
and know how
to pull them out.
All we want is to
be grateful. Lost in
the warmth of
To feel as if we
can carry each other
and, in the darker
corners of our
hopes and fears
cling to someone
who will save us.

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