little red riding hood

February 6, 2010
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is this it?
is this the story
of you and me?
we are all
tracing back
our wayward steps.
taking refuge
in these
barren confines,
bursts of ink
and notebook paper.
we found ourselves
in the crinkled folds
of a sooty unknown.
come out, come out
there is nothing left
for you here.
we were never meant
for ashes and black.
come out, come out
while it's still warm--
loneliness comes in twos.
at the light and dreary,
it is not the dark
we're truly afraid of;
it's everything else.

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