With certain vulnerability 
the virus can spread; 
blood buzzing 
nerves alert 
to the point reached 
where one word
a smile 
an old song 
a town passed through 
are sign points 
to who you once were 
where life once was 
and with whom. 
The present gets lost 
overcome by 
once-upon-a-times, 
mistakes not learnt from. 
A non-productive 
disease 
tearing holes in the soul.
Monday, April 5, 2010
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