motordcharlie

a journal, of sorts

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

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So much time I see

But no one's here to share

All the energy that wastes.

Nothing accomplished-

Empty cups on the table-

Empty spoons in their hands

And the table lies chaste.

White linen spread over dark oak

Hanging like molasses

Never touching the ground.


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