Wednesday, April 27, 2011

CENSORED

Bittersweet.
I am no sin.
I am no curse.
But you flee,
avoid me,
don't talk about me,
and you slap your mouths
whenever you mention my name.
I can never number
the people I have brought together
and the life
they lived,
you live,
and yours will live
through me -
and yet I am taboo.
I may be pleasure,
but I guess I am not
love.
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