PoeticaL
cluttering the net since 2001

i want to die

Wednesday, Sept. 25, 2002
Why can�t 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 it�s 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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