Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Contract

Each day I will show up
And let you tear
A part of my soul

The next day
I will grow it back
So that you can
Gnaw at it some more

Until one day
The Debt
Is paid

Then
I shall walk away
With my back straight
And my soul
Intact
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7 comments:

  1. 100handsSeptember 1, 2005 at 12:27 AM

    I like. :)

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  2. Atul SabnisSeptember 3, 2005 at 2:58 AM

    I like too! :)

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  3. MeSeptember 11, 2005 at 5:05 PM

    nice poem....liked it...

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  4. VSeptember 13, 2005 at 9:41 PM

    a contract, after all !

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  5. PreronaSeptember 22, 2005 at 12:33 AM

    some debts are never paid ... so we live sadly everafter :)

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  6. AnonymousOctober 8, 2005 at 5:19 PM

    Have you ever seen Asparagus this BIG
    They grow up to 15in long and 2in wide.
    lasagna gardening

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  7. SundarOctober 10, 2005 at 9:13 PM

    clearance of debts!!!reminds me of another phrase, emotional energy discharge from lifetimes of accumalations.....until one is freed of inexplicable "pulls"

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