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Vitamin Wean

My love for Wean
a merciless noose
The presence of Wean
is my nourishment
Oblivion may bear
its wretched course
But these concrete walls
will never crumble
Every meter of my bowels
belongs to Wean
Wean, weeping once
in shameless honesty
every stroke of my inky quill
seeks your daunting melody
Spare me of your desertion
My emptied shadows fall into your well

18 Feb 07

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I am not sure I understand. Is Wean a person?
 — PollyReg