i see her
sitting in a
fog
behind an old
mossy log
deep in thought
hating herself
for what is
wrought
transference
counter-transference
i can see her
feel her
know her
i would hold her
i would be her
if for but a moment
to relieve her pain.
Monday, April 02, 2007
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