7. The problem
The problem is not that you are different,
that we are uncombinable,
that I can do nothing to further your career
nor help you in any way,
that we are both poor like pauper orphans
and too strong individualists
to ever be able to join hands
in any kind of unitedness.
No, the problem is something entirely different.
The problem is that I love you.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2006-08-14 at 13:28




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