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why do i find romance
in these little moments of hell
am i waiting for someone
who will never become
tangible
is this something that i fear
or something that i plead for
i don't know you
at all
you know me too well
but in these twisted
times i can tell
that you will be
my world war three
christmas tree
and cake
everything i love
and what it takes
for me to break
i beg for more
you give me less
with you there is
nothing in me
but little room
to be
someone i'll never believe
november 15,2007
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Little moments of Hell keep us alive, dear Kelly. Without them we'd be searching for them, probably in all the wrong places. Only Americans call it World War Three as though it's a sequel. I think you'll find it the official title will be "The Third World War" over here. But as it's an imaginary war in your own head I guess you can call it what you want.
