your darkened conscience
discrete infidelity
my illusions' real
What's a girl to do...
romantic dinner
lascivious minded
husband does not hear
Sunset
sunset fire
dreams are made there
in the heart
Privacy
privacy
the moon behind the sun
slips away
The Dandelion
sowing seeds of life
my hand brushes
the dandelion
Noise
chatter from all sides
mixing together as one
means nothing to me
Silent Cries
my soul knew
my heart wouldn’t listen
my mind cried out
Busy Day
twenty-two hundred
the day has sped away fast
thirty minutes gone
12.10.2004
Random Haiku
Infidelity
07:24
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