SamadhiMuse

               The evening come to me bitter
               like the taste of hate on the vine
               and all the things she said she’d do to them
               I’ve all into her fate these same things intwined
               hate is so wrong…it dies in your mind.
                                    gallagher
                                    10 may, 78

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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