by aubrie

I told you
through stutters and gasps
a raspy voice choked out the words
but what you said made sense
among the jumbled jargon
my paragon of nonsense
I should suck it up
like a frazzled, chewed straw
that is straight and succulent no more
you're going going gone
tomorrow hurts more and more along

Written May 15, 2001, 1:26 am
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