A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- a terrible sunday morning revisited two years later i'm still as sorry as i was that day about how all of that turned out. between my own memory of being so afraid and the self-recriminations that followed, the sometime reminders and the sting of the occasional "stray bullet" i have to wonder if i will ever achieve an acceptable degree of atonment 12:22 a.m. - 2003-08-05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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