a rose by any other name..
she tells me i've changed
and that i'm this
and i'm that.
i argue and disagree now
and in future months,
i look back..
and all the things
i wasn't,
i am.
[written june 13, 2007]
[she holds me in her hands
even when she doesn't touch me..
she never touches me anymore.]
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