PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

i want to die

Wednesday, Sept. 25, 2002
Why canít love arrive driving a heavy cement truck, roll over you until there is no question it has arrived, and then stay there where the weight of itís presence is forever known, long enough that you die under the influence of love and wake up in heaven grinning wide from the sheer impact of it all looking like a perfect statue that hardens at the right time so that you are a forever unbreakable angel smiling down from the sky with a smile?
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