Wednesday, 27 May 2009
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Bailey and Me
in this palpably lonely apartment
The clock read twelve seventeen.
there was Bailey and me.
you were the chooser, he said unsympathetically.
The minutes ticked emphatically
the hours seemed to slip away.
Soon we sat face to face with the midnight glare
unable to decide how we felt.
Bailey and I sat in silent celebration
hand in hand through the night.
He told me solemn stories
I nodded in consolation.
The echo of our choices run deep
in haunting stillness, quiet contemplation.
Bailey and I have had better days.
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