February 03, 2007

432 weeks

For eight years and two weeks,
I escaped death,
escaped to see today,
escaped to see her at a red table,
under the dull yellow light of a placstic-wrapped sun.
for eight years and two weeks,
I escaped.
Sure,
I would, to see another day like this,
Sure.

Posted by Shervin at February 3, 2007 11:09 PM
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