Friday, Sept. 24, 2004 - 11:46 a.m.
Sunrise.

I eat your confessions and make them my own. Heavy weight in my stomach and your hands holding there waiting for the bruises to appear as sunsets in my flesh.

We lie awake into the morning darkness. One of us understands the other with the knowledge that comes of years of listening to the breathing of the other at 3 a.m. As sleep finally descends I know one of us won�t rise in the morning.

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