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Sometimes Write Outside of Every Pre-determined Genre
Submitted by ahoma on February 21, 2012 - 12:29pm
I'm forced to imagine you.
"Are you in love?"
"No, love is in me."
You exist in me, grow in me.
I shut up.
I want you to shut up.
You yell. You shout.
I forget you, kill you, bury you.
You resurrect.
I die inside.
And, I hatch.