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Wrapped in muslin cloth was a baby
And seeing her was a two year old boy.
Wrapped in muslin cloth was a 25 year old
And seeing him was a 23 year old girl.

We have changed roles but our love has not.

the cord

Am drawn to butterflies,gums and even Vcr's.
Their oddness makes my life more realistic
And me more life-like.
A thin cord connected me at birth
And now like others I walk on a tight cord
To entertain the world, women and money.

We keep looking for the cord that kept us alive
When we knew nothing.

memories

Somethings get washed from our memory while some remain stained. In the end ourlife becomes a bedspread lying idle from all that was poured into it with purpose.