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October 16, 2004
2
Two fevers,
two minutes,
two helix' hopes,
two choices,
too many promises
too quickly broken,
two tragic heroes
too many (et
tu Brute?)
to taste my own bitter tongue,
to trust you
to begin again.
Two years later,
two saner heads with
two more strands of gray hair are
too sad to speak, with
two point two billion seconds
to spare.
© 2002, Joel Helbling. All rights reserved
Posted by joel at October 16, 2004 08:25 PM
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This is 2 lovely. I realize I don't always bother you for backstory... which probably means I assume I can guess. I'm not sure that's accurate, though. And I'm not sure you'd like to give the backstory on this one but if you do, I'd love to hear it. This is a beautiful poem.
Posted by: honest + popular at October 18, 2004 11:18 AM
Aw, that is a nice little work, Joel. What does it allude 2?
Posted by: k_sra at October 18, 2004 12:52 PM
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