February 18, 2009
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a word
tossed around casually

losing its color

an old sweatshirt
thrown hastily over the desk chair
run in the washing machine
shrunk in the dryer

losing its flavor

an ice cream cone
licked to exhaustion
cone broken to pieces
thrown in the trash

they say:

they say:
I will love you forever

they lie.

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