a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

October 31, 2004

"Nobody wants you here. Just go." He said.

He was a person I respected.

So was she, so was the man next to her. I asked them, "Is this true?"

The man, and the woman (once my lover) did not deny the revelation.

So, I thanked him, the man who finally told me the truth. This man, who told me I should leave, just leave, I thanked him, shook his hand, and gracefully bowed out. I drove away, preparing to fly, the eclipsed moon throwing one more tragedy down to Earth.

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