Nineteen years and my fists are now open,
yet I naively marvel at their emptiness.
[It's clear]
If I do not hold it then I never had it.
[isn't it]
Speak!
Make known
what is felt,
//for both sides of the axis//
"I can no longer define."
Would this be what they could call love?
© 2008 Armor for your life
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