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i fly

over the hills
and through the caves
in my mind

i rummage

through the trunks
and into the closets
of my heart

i hide

behind the masks
and in the costumes
of my fears

i turn

to find that you still
haven't gone

and i smile

because everything's
messy
per usual

but
for the first time

i like it

(5-4-04, 8:16 P.M.)

for ami...for her poetry that inspires me to start writing my own again
for phil...because...