Monday, June 13, 2005

indignant.

Even now, there is contempt and mistrust. even now, there is doubt. Was I such an ogre, that she doubts my every word, my every intention? Had I been such a bad testimony?
Even now, my mind race to think who sent the flowers, my heart pounds at this new paramour. How dare he, to strike right after the end. before the ashes are even laid to rest!

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